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... d the wooden sword, his knuckles white. He didn’t wait for the vision to return. He just swung.
Whoosh.
Correction: He tried to swing.
By the tenth repetition, his arms felt like they were filled with wet cement. His shoulders screamed in protest. The "slender, pretty boy" physique was great for looking good in a suit, but terrible for actual labor.
"Haah... haah..."
Sweat dripped from his chin, splashing onto the polished floor.
It was strange, re ...
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