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... posture. He didn't bend his shoulders, didn't adjust his feet, didn't assume any position that would betray an imminent attack. Yet, something on the field shifted abruptly, as if reality itself had been pulled closer to him for an infinitesimally short moment.
Then the slap came.
It wasn't a fighting strike. There was no elaborate technique, no intent to kill. It was a simple, almost nonchalant movement, a short swing of the arm accompanied by a dry snap in the air—and yet, the ...
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