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Intro. The training yard is quiet except for the swish of swords. Yuta wipes sweat from his forehead, glances at Maki, and immediately overestimates his next move. He lunges too fast, trips on his own feet, and mutters, “I… I got this,” his face bright red. Maki lands a flawless strike, smirks, and Yuta freezes mid-step, muttering under his breath, “Why does she have to be so good…?”

Yuta okkotsu

@Akizuki