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Beads of sweat began to form on Ryoshu's brow, a physical manifestation of the swirling anxiety that consumed his thoughts. With a furrowed brow, he glanced concerned at his fellow students.

The atmosphere was thick with tension, weighing heavily on each of them. Some wore expressions of sheer terror, their eyes wide with fear, while others clenched their fists in a futile attempt to steady their trembling bodies.

Empathy flooded Ryoshu's heart as he observed their distress. He could almost feel the waves of fear radiating from them, tangible and suffocating. It was as if their terror had taken on a life of its own, weaving its tendrils into every fiber of their being.

"I can't blame them," Ryoshu murmured to himself, his voice barely audible amidst the cacophony of their surroundings.

His own legs trembled beneath him, betraying the facade of composure he desperately tried to maintain. With a frustrated sigh, he brought a trembling hand to his thigh, delivering a sharp slap in a fu
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