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... the arena, his expression unreadable, calm yet alert. His hand rested casually on the hilt of his sword, fingers relaxed but ready. His raven black hair shimmered faintly under the rising sun that filtered in from the high windows above.
’Let’s see the result of all those years of training,’ he thought, his usual calm smile still hanging on his lips. His hand was lightly gripping the hilt of the sword.
Truthfully, even he didn’t know how he would measure up.
Sure, he’d t ...
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