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... tern face that seemed like a ladykiller in his prime stood with a simple wooden katana in his right hand.
Across the room, he faced the exhausted Lancelot wearing a white training outfit and holding the same wooden sword of a Western type in both hands.
His body was completely covered in small bruises from the wooden blade hits.
'This old man is strong!' Lancelot thought, his eyes shining bright, focused on the old man as they turned yellow and locked onto his body as if ...
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