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... lit dojo, its dark wooden floors reflecting the illusion of a pale full moon hanging high above the altar. The dojo’s outlines shimmered in hues of blue and black, the colors of the night — calm, dignified, and dangerous. It felt sacred, like stepping into a preserved memory.
He took a deep breath and began to move.
The blade cut through the air in slow, deliberate arcs. Simple slashes, basic footwork — nothing flashy. His movements weren’t as fluid as they used to be. His balanc ...
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