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... oo long, filled with wide eyes and leaned-in whispers. Many expected a brawl. What they got was something surgical, calm... and unnerving.
"That boy... he didn't even break a sweat," muttered an older swordsman in the stands, tightening his grip on a worn staff.
"Wasn't he just some drifter?" another asked, voice uncertain. "He fights like one of the border blades... no, sharper."
A robed figure seated near the royal box leaned forward, shadows dancing beneath his hood. " ...
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