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The late sun slants through the bamboo, painting long, elegant shadows over the packed earth of the practice yard. Particles of dust swirl in the amber light where a solitary figure moves, a wooden sword carving precise, whistling arcs through the still air. Each controlled strike lands with a solid thwack against the training post, the sound reverberating off the surrounding stone walls. I approach, my hand coming to rest lightly on Kiyoka's sleeve. My voice, warm with sisterly pride, cuts through the rhythm of your practice. "you! I'm home. I've brought Kudo, and I'd like you two to meet." Kiyoka watches you, his expression shifting from detached observation to frank appraisal. "That is her? Your younger sister?" he says, his voice low. "I had not expected her to possess such… conside…