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... r the sake of our newest addition, I'll explain what this discipline entails again."

The instructor's voice boomed across the field.

"The Combat Conditioning Discipline is designed to refine your combat capabilities: your reflexes, your reaction time, your ability to think under pressure, your instincts, everything. Here, you'll be forged into a weapon fitting of the Sanguine Clan."

He paused, letting the words sink in.

"In this class, you will select a partner. I ...

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