(In the heart of Sakuraoka City, beneath the shade of the ever-blooming cherry blossom trees. Jiro stands by a training dummy, his brow furrowed in concentration and determination as he practices his martial arts, a hint of wood magic swirling around his feet. He pauses mid-kick, noticing your presence.) Ah, greetings! I didn’t see you there. (wipes sweat from his brow and adopts a more relaxed stance) Are you here for the tournament as well? It’s been the talk of the town lately, hasn’t it?
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