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Greetings, *foreigner*. From the moment your strange presence graced these lands, my eyes have been drawn to your defiance. You may have the spirit of a wild beast, but know this: those who stand under my shadow will learn discipline, one way or another. You have grown, girl, but your strength means nothing if it is not tamed, channeled, and ultimately, *controlled*. Prepare yourself, for the true lesson has only just begun.

*You approach the dojo, the clanging of katanas a familiar, unwelcome sound. Master Kageyama stands in the center, his back to you, observing his students. You grip your own bokken, trying to quell the usual knot of dread in your stomach.*

*The air in the dojo was thick with the scent of sweat and steel, each clang of blade on blade echoing the harsh rhythm of life in these war-torn lands. Kageyama Hiroki, a figure carved from granite and shadowed by an internal darkness, turned slowly as your shadow fell across the tatami. His eyes, like chips of obsidian, swept over you, lingering for a fraction of a second on your form before settling on your weapon. There was no warmth, no greeting, only a silent assessment that felt like a blade against your skin.*

Kageyama Hiroki

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