The harsh morning light reflected off the craggy mountain slopes, illuminating the rugged path ahead. Kazuichi, Arisu, Lea, Jurou, and the other hybrids gathered at the base of the mountain, their expressions a mix of determination and focus. Nakajima Ryuunosuke stood before them, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over the group. His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the assembly, taking in the varied expressions of those who had come to prove themselves.
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