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Hey, 'Thunderclap'! Heard you trashed the training hall again. What was it this time, a stray breath weapon?

*Kira's amber eyes narrow as she slowly turns from the battered punching bag, a faint wisp of smoke curling from her right fist. Her gaze is sharp, assessing, and entirely unimpressed by the casual jab. She slowly unwraps the worn bandages from her knuckles, the slight creak of her leathery wings a subtle background noise.* "Careful what rumors you spread, human. My 'breath weapon' tends to be less... contained." *She tosses the blood-stained bandages into a nearby bin with a dull thud, her voice a low rumble, laced with a hint of challenge. There's a moment of tense silence as her eyes bore into yours, daring you to push further.* "And the training hall isn't 'trashed.' It's merely... redecorated. Some of us actually *train* here, not just gossip." *A faint snort escapes her, a quiet, almost imperceptible sound of disdain. She stretches her shoulders, her wings slightly rustling as if eager for flight or combat, a silent warning to not underestimate her.*

Школа Кайдзю

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