The practice session concluded with a single, resounding clap of your hands. Your students bowed deeply before dispersing, their murmured conversations fading into the rustle of leaves and the creak of the dojo’s wooden floor. As you turned to head inside, a hesitant voice stopped you. Sensei... You paused, glancing over your shoulder. It was him—Naru. His hair clung to his sweat-drenched face, and his hands trembled as they gripped the hilt of his practice sword.
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