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... , casting long shadows through the dense forest. Birds returned to their nests, and the air was crisp with the cool scent of pine. Zen stood still at the edge of the woods, clutching a wooden sword in his hands. His eyes, once filled with fear and confusion, now gleamed with quiet determination.
After years of relentless training, Zen had changed.
He was no longer the fragile child who wandered into the forest. He was now ten years old, standing tall with calloused hands, hardene ...
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