The training grounds did not empty when the first session ended.
They shifted.
What had begun as scattered practice turned into something more structured as the sun climbed higher. Groups formed and broke apart, instructors stepped in and out, and the rhythm of movement settled into something steady.
Eli remained.
Not at the center.
Not at the edge.
Somewhere in between.
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His body had already told him where the limit was.
The earlier spar had pushed him close enough to it that anything reckless now would set him back instead of forward. That didn't mean stopping.
It meant adjusting.
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Keal dropped down onto the ground nearby, stretching his legs out in front of him with a long exhale. "Alright," he said, glancing toward Eli, "if you collapse, I'm not carrying you. Just so we're clear."
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Eli didn't look at him.
"You wouldn't be able to."
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Keal let out a short laugh. "Wow. Injured and still talking like that? You're either confident or completely unaware of your situation."
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Jace leaned against a nearby post, arms folded loosely. "It's both," he said. "Definitely both."
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Rovan ignored them, watching Eli instead. "You're not done," he said.
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It wasn't a question.
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Eli adjusted his stance slightly, testing his balance again.
"No."
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Tarin stepped closer this time, his expression more thoughtful than before. "Then don't repeat the same thing," he said. "You already know where your body fails right now."
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Eli glanced at him.
"I know where it slows."
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"Same difference," Keal added, pushing himself back to his feet. "You keep moving like yesterday, you're going to get caught again."
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That was correct.
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Eli shifted his grip on the sword—not tightening, not loosening, but refining the way his hand sat against the handle.
"Then change the approach," he said.
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Keal smiled.
"There it is," he said. "That's what I wanted to hear."
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He stepped forward, rolling his shoulders once before settling into position.
"Alright," Keal continued, his tone lighter but his stance more focused. "This time, you're dealing with me."
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Jace straightened slightly.
"Oh, this I want to see."
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Rovan didn't interrupt.
But his attention sharpened.
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Keal raised one hand slightly, gesturing toward Eli.
"Same rules," he said. "You're not trying to win. You're trying not to lose."
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Eli stepped forward.
"That depends on you."
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Keal's grin widened.
"Good answer."
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Then he moved.
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Faster than before.
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Not overwhelming—
But unpredictable.
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His first step didn't lead into an attack. It shifted sideways, then forward, then stopped halfway as if reconsidering the motion entirely.
A feint.
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Eli didn't react.
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Keal noticed.
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"Alright," he said quietly, circling now. "So you're not biting early."
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Eli watched his shoulders.
Not his hands.
Not his feet.
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The next movement came without warning.
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Keal closed the distance in a sharp burst, his strike aimed not at Eli's center, but slightly off to the side—forcing him to choose between guarding properly or maintaining balance.
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Eli chose neither.
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He stepped back at an angle instead, redirecting the line of attack without meeting it directly.
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Keal's strike passed through empty space.
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"Nice," Keal said, already adjusting.
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He didn't stop.
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Another movement—
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Lower this time.
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A sweep.
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Eli shifted his weight—
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But his injured leg delayed him slightly—
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The attack clipped him.
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Not hard.
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But enough.
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Keal stepped back immediately.
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"See?" he said, pointing slightly. "That's the problem."
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Eli reset his stance.
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"I know."
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"Then stop letting it happen," Keal replied.
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Eli didn't respond.
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He moved first this time.
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Not fast—
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But direct.
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His strike aimed toward Keal's shoulder—
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Not to land—
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But to force reaction.
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Keal deflected easily—
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But Eli followed—
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A second movement—
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Different angle—
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Closer.
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Keal adjusted—
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But this time—
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Eli didn't commit.
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He stepped back.
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Reset.
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Keal paused.
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"…Alright," he said slowly.
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That was new.
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Eli's breathing remained controlled.
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He wasn't chasing openings.
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He was creating space.
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Reducing risk.
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Keal moved again.
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More direct now.
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Less testing.
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His strike came faster—
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Cleaner.
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Eli raised his blade—
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Intercepted—
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But instead of holding—
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He redirected—
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Letting the force pass rather than absorbing it.
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Keal's eyes sharpened.
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"There it is," he said under his breath.
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The exchange continued.
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Short bursts.
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Controlled movements.
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Each one refining something.
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Eli adjusted not by pushing harder—
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But by wasting less.
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Every unnecessary motion—
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Removed.
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Every delay—
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Reduced.
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Keal increased pressure gradually.
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Not overwhelming—
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But enough to test.
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Eli held.
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Not perfectly.
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But better.
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Then—
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He made a mistake.
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A small one.
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His weight shifted too early.
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Keal saw it.
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And acted immediately.
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His strike came in fast—
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Too fast to fully avoid.
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Eli reacted—
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But his leg slowed him again—
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The impact landed.
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Clean.
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Eli stepped back—
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Forced this time.
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Keal didn't follow.
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He lowered his stance instead.
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"Again," he said.
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Eli steadied himself.
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Then nodded.
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They moved.
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Again.
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And again.
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Each exchange—
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Sharper.
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More focused.
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Until—
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Eli stopped.
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Not because he couldn't continue—
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But because he had reached the limit of useful movement.
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He lowered his sword.
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Keal did the same.
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For a moment—
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Neither spoke.
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Then—
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Keal exhaled.
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"You're adapting faster than I thought," he said.
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Eli met his gaze.
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"I don't repeat mistakes."
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Keal laughed quietly.
"Yeah, I noticed."
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Jace pushed himself off the post.
"That was actually impressive," he said. "You looked terrible at the start."
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Eli glanced at him.
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"And now?"
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Jace grinned.
"Now you just look slightly less terrible."
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Keal shook his head.
"Don't listen to him," he said. "You're improving. That's what matters."
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Rovan stepped forward slightly.
"You're learning how to fight with limits," he said. "Most people never do."
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Tarin added—
"And when those limits go away, that experience stays."
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Eli took that in.
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Not as praise.
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But as information.
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Useful.
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Keal stretched his arms again, glancing toward the far side of the training grounds.
"…Looks like we're getting more company," he said.
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Eli followed his gaze.
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A small group had entered.
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Not unfamiliar faces.
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But not part of their usual circle either.
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Among them—
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One stood out.
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Not because of presence alone—
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But because of the way she moved.
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Controlled.
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Balanced.
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Similar to—
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No.
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Different.
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Her posture wasn't built around force.
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It was built around efficiency.
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Every step measured.
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Every motion intentional.
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Keal noticed Eli's focus.
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"…You see it too," he said quietly.
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Eli didn't respond.
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But he didn't look away either.
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The girl stepped into an open space, adjusting her stance slightly before beginning her own practice.
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Her movements—
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Clean.
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Precise.
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No wasted effort.
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Jace leaned slightly toward Keal.
"Don't start," he muttered.
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Keal smirked.
"I didn't say anything."
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"You're about to."
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Keal ignored him.
—
Instead, he glanced at Eli again.
"…You're going to want to watch that," he said.
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Eli already was.
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Not out of curiosity.
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But recognition.
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Because what he saw—
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Was someone who understood the same thing he did.
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That strength—
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Wasn't just power.
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It was control.
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And that—
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Was something worth learning from.
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The training grounds continued around them.
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But something had shifted.
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Not dramatically.