The days didn't blur.
They stacked.
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Each one small.
Each one quiet.
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But together—
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they started to change everything.
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Morning came with movement now.
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Not forced.
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Natural.
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Kuina stood in the yard.
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Across from her—
Roronoa Zoro
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This time—
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they were actually sparring.
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Wooden blades.
Controlled distance.
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Zoro attacked first.
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Still direct.
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Still heavy.
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But cleaner than before.
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Kuina stepped aside—
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redirected—
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countered.
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Zoro blocked.
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Barely.
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"…Better," Kuina said.
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Zoro grinned.
"…Yeah. I noticed."
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He moved again.
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Faster.
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Sharper.
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Still not enough.
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Kuina tapped his shoulder with her blade.
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End.
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Zoro exhaled.
"…Again."
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Kuina nodded.
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No hesitation.
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Nearby—
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Tashigi watched.
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"…His improvement rate is high."
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Kevin stood beside her.
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"…Yes."
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A pause.
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"…But still inefficient."
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Tashigi adjusted her glasses.
"…Agreed."
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Carina whispered loudly:
"…You two are terrifying when you agree like that."
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Nami leaned against the wall.
Watching.
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Not bored.
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Thinking.
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Kevin stepped toward her.
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"…You are observing again."
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Nami didn't look at him.
"…I'm trying to understand timing."
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Kevin nodded.
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"…Then don't watch their swords."
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Nami blinked.
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"…What?"
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Kevin pointed slightly.
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"…Watch their feet."
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A pause.
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"…Movement begins there."
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Nami focused.
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Then—
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"…Oh."
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Her eyes sharpened slightly.
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"…I can see it now."
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Kevin nodded.
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"…Good."
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Carina leaned over dramatically.
"…Wow. Personalized coaching continues."
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Nami ignored her.
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But didn't look away from Kevin this time.
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Just for a second longer.
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Across the yard—
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Kaya stood.
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No support.
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No hesitation.
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Just standing.
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That alone made everything pause.
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Tashigi noticed first.
"…Her stability improved."
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Kuina lowered her blade slightly.
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Zoro glanced over.
"…She was sick, right?"
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Carina nodded.
"…Yeah. Now she's upgrading slowly."
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Kevin walked toward Kaya.
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Calm.
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Measured.
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"…You are standing without assistance."
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Kaya smiled.
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"…I wanted to try."
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A pause.
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"…It worked."
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Kevin observed carefully.
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Her breathing.
Her balance.
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Still fragile.
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But undeniably stronger.
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"…Yes," he said.
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"…It worked."
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Kaya looked at him.
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"…You're not correcting me."
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Kevin answered simply.
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"…There is nothing to correct."
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That answer stayed.
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Soft.
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But meaningful.
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Kaya laughed quietly.
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"…I like that."
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From the side—
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Carina whispered:
"…Okay that was smooth. He didn't even try."
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Nami crossed her arms.
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But didn't disagree.
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Kuina watched silently.
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Then spoke:
"…She's improving faster than expected."
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Tashigi nodded.
"…Yes."
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A pause.
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"…Because she wants to."
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Kevin added:
"…And because she is not resisting it."
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That made Kuina glance at him.
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"…You're speaking differently now."
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Kevin didn't deny it.
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"…I am understanding more."
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Silence followed.
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Not questioning.
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Just… acceptance.
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At the edge of the dojo—
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Koshiro Shimotsuki stood quietly.
Watching.
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He had been there longer than anyone noticed.
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His gaze moved across all of them.
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Kuina.
Tashigi.
Nami.
Kaya.
Carina.
Kevin.
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Each one different.
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Each one changing.
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He spoke calmly:
"…You are approaching readiness."
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Everyone turned slightly.
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Kuina stepped forward.
"…For Haki?"
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Koshiro nodded.
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"…For understanding."
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A pause.
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"…Not yet."
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Carina sighed dramatically.
"…Of course not yet."
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Koshiro continued:
"…But soon."
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That word carried weight.
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Not distant.
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Not immediate.
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Close.
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Kevin stepped forward slightly.
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"…We will be ready."
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Koshiro looked at him.
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Longer than before.
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"…Yes."
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A pause.
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"…You will."
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Evening came again.
—
The sky softened.
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The training ended.
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But no one left immediately.
—
They stayed.
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Together.
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Without needing a reason.
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Nami sat closer than usual.
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Kuina didn't stand apart.
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Tashigi didn't correct the distance.
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Carina smiled quietly.
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Kaya sat comfortably.
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And Kevin—
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stood among them.
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Not separate.
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Not distant.
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Just there.
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And for the first time—
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no one questioned it.
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The month was nearing its turning point.
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And soon—
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they wouldn't just be preparing anymore.
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They would begin.