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Zanka stood at the center of the field, drenched in sweat, the ground around him littered with shattered poles and splintered training targets. His long staff moved with fierce precision—then wild abandon—each strike a raw burst of frustration given form.
Each strike carried a silent accusation:
Not enough. Not fast enough. Just the brain, never the strength.
