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As the third day of their journey unfolded, Zion found a moment to speak with Asahi amidst the forest's serene beauty. Shafts of golden sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting a gentle glow over the leaf-strewn path they traveled. The air was cool and crisp, carrying with it the earthy scent of moss and fallen leaves.

Zion, clad in worn but sturdy traveling clothes, had a determined look in his eyes as he walked beside Asahi. His gaze was focused, his footsteps purposeful. Asahi, dressed similarly in practical attire suited for travel, listened intently, his features reflecting a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Asahi, we have to be careful," Zion began, his voice steady but urgent. "This forest is not just a forest anymore. It's already a battlefield."

Asahi's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean, Zion?" he asked, his tone tinged with skepticism. "My father always said that the battlefield is far from here, not in the forest."

Zion paused, choosing his words carefully. "
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