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The wooden sword felt heavier than usual in Kaito’s hand.

The Whispering Grove was not a place of monsters. It was a place of mirrors. The deeper he walked, the more he saw his own reflection in the gnarled bark, in the still pools of rainwater. He saw the boy he had been—proud, impatient, desperate for a fight. He saw the tantrums. The times he had mistaken violence for strength. shounen ga otona leer

“What does the forest need?” he asked quietly. The wooden sword felt heavier than usual in Kaito’s hand