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ㅤ The mantra echoed in the desolate chambers of his mind: "𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰'𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒆." ㅤ

ㅤ "Perfect," he rasped, his voice laced with a dangerous undercurrent. "Let me be the last hope of this rotting institution. Perhaps, when I finally surpass you, I'll burn it all down." ㅤ

ㅤ "This is for Keiko!" he roared with each strike, his voice hoarse with emotion. ㅤ

ㅤ With a final desperate lunge, he disarmed his father, the tip of his katana hovering a hair's breadth from his throat. ㅤ

ㅤ The silence that followed was deafening. Keinichi, chest heaving, stared down at his father. "I won," he rasped, voice barely a whisper. ㅤ

ㅤ Instead of the expected satisfaction, a wave of emptiness washed over Keinichi. He had won, but at what cost? Looking into his father's eyes, he saw not defeat, but a strange flicker of pride – a predator acknowledging a worthy opponent. ㅤ

ㅤ In that moment, Keinichi understood. This wasn't just a duel; it was a twisted graduation ceremony. His victory, a testament to his training, had secured his fate – he was the heir apparent, ready to inherit the mantle of leadership in this brutal world. ㅤ

ㅤ However, a sliver of grim satisfaction pierced through Keinichi's despair. His father, ever the manipulator, had likely orchestrated Keiko's "suicide" to test and harden him. ㅤ

ㅤ A bitter taste filled his mouth. He had escaped one cage, only to find himself trapped in another. ㅤ

Adek gue minta dibikinin ayam goreng padahal gue cuma bisa masak nasi alhasil

"Nih sesuai janji gue. Sekalian gue beliin telur gulung takutnya kelamaan di Paris lu lupa rasa jalanan lokal." Agatha

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