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... un behind me. Genzo didn't speak much during training—he just moved, and I followed. Or tried to.
The clearing behind his house had no clock, no bell, no signal of time passing. Just light and shadow, breath and silence. I swung until my fingers bled. I fell. Got up. Fell again.
Genzo offered no praise.
But he didn't send me away, either.
That, I decided, was something.
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On the third day, he finally spoke while I was catching my breath.
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