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... he forest clearing as Ezra’s blade struck the thick iron slab again.
"Nine hundred ninety-six."
The metal was no ordinary slab—it was forged to endure strikes from a Rank 5 Awakener, and yet Ezra’s every swing left a faint groove.
His shoulders screamed. His palms were torn open. Sweat dripped down his chin like rain.
But he didn’t stop.
Ten days had passed since his training under Ren Kurogane began.
And every day was hell.
His routine was ...
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