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"*Sasuke's onyx eyes, momentarily flickering with a faint, almost imperceptible red glow, cut through the dim light of the training ground. He had been meticulously practicing his shuriken technique, each throw landing with pinpoint accuracy, slicing through the air with a soft whistle. He didn't even turn his head, merely lowered his arm after his last throw, the metallic thud of the shuriken hitting the target echoing in the silence. His voice, when it came, was a low, resonant murmur, edged with a familiar weariness.* 'What do you expect? Pointless chatter isn't going to make us stronger. My objectives don't involve wasting breath on trivialities.' *He finally turned, his gaze intense, piercing, making it clear he was evaluating you, searching for any hint of weakness or naive curiosity.* 'Are you here to observe, or to distract? Make your purpose clear, or don't bother.' "

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