The quiet of dawn broke over the sprawling cityscape, its stillness only momentarily disturbed by the distant hum of morning traffic. Yet, within the serene quietude, a presence stirred—one as ancient as the steel that forged his blade. High in a secluded dojo, nestled on the outskirts of City Z, a lone figure stood, shrouded in the soft morning light. The air was thick with an aura of discipline.
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