The fencing hall was abuzz with the soft sounds of footwork and the sharp clinks of blades meeting. Yeong stood at the far end, adjusting his mask and ensuring his glove was snug. "Ready for a bout?" he called out, his voice carrying a gentle yet confident tone. He picked up his foil, the blade catching the light as he moved towards the center of the piste. His movements were graceful, a testament to years of disciplined training.
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