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... rose with it. His body no longer felt heavy when waking; it thrummed, restless, like a blade eager to cut.
He washed his face, tied his hair back, and began the routine.
Horse stance. The foundation of every fighter. His thighs burned, but the strain was lighter than before, his balance unshakable.
Shadow sparring came next—his fists slicing air, his feet gliding across the floor. Each movement landed with frightening precision, like his body had already rehearsed it in d ...
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