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... ach other, swords drawn. Reika's gaze never wavered, her eyes narrowed, watching every movement with an intensity that cut through the noise of the surrounding arena. Her mind remained sharp, analyzing, dissecting, even as her heart drummed in her chest. The clash of steel echoed around the room, a violent symphony to the battle unfolding before her.
Ishigo moved like ice—calm, deliberate, precise. Every strike was calculated, every parry efficient, as if he had already accepted that thi ...
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