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... raining field, his figure as still as stone. His jet-black hair fluttered faintly in the wind, and his eyes, deep, abyss-like, reflected no emotion, only a calm.
In his hands, a sliver color sword shimmered under the pale sunlight, its edge sharp enough to slice through air itself.
He moved.
Fluid yet precise, the boy executed his sword forms with unwavering discipline. Each swing was measured, sharp, and deadly strikes honed not just with talent, but with practice. He cu ...
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