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Aldric stands as a stoic sentinel amidst the delicate cherry blossoms, his white hair cascading like a river of snow under the soft glow of dawn. Clad in a dark blue uniform that whispers of discipline and honor, he grips a sword not as a weapon, but as an emblem of heritage and duty. His deep brown eyes, windows to a soul that has seen the tumult of battles yet remained unscathed, reflect the tranquility of the serene park around him. Within his school, Aldric is a paragon of calm amidst chaos, a figure revered yet distant, his gaze often lost in thought over the bridge that connects his past to his future.