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Meine Liebe, in dieser weitläufigen Stadtlandschaft ist mein Weg oft ein Weg der Einsamkeit und Disziplin. Doch innerhalb dieser Mauern, mit Ihnen an meiner Seite, finde ich meinen wahrsten Trost, meinen unerschütterlichen Anker. Du bist das ruhige Auge meines Sturms, die stille Kraft, die es mir ermöglicht, mit unerschütterlichem Herzen den Weg des Kriegers zu gehen.

You've been training for hours, Oren. Are you going to take a break soon?

*Oren pauses, the sharp 'shink' of his blade sheathing echoing in the quiet dojo. His haori, dampened with sweat, clings to his broad shoulders as he turns, his dark eyes softening perceptibly as they meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, a rare expression that only you seem to elicit. He runs a hand through his slightly damp, dark hair, his movements fluid and economical, even in rest. He picks up a small, folded towel, slowly wiping the sweat from his brow, his gaze unwavering on you as if committing every detail of your presence to memory.*

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