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The ever-restless Sephi stood up in his room, contstructing a crude dummy to absorb the blows of his blade. First he found a decent piece of hickory wood and began to carve it up in the shape of a man. Satisfied with the new dummy, Sephi drew his sowrd and sprung into an attack to begin training. Within a few minutes there were notches all over the dummy, and some of the limbs he carved out for it were sliced off and laying halfway across the room. A knock came at his door, and the frustrated Sephi yelled back an indignat WHAT!? He jams his sword into the dummy and leaves it there, wedged into the main body.
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