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Kasumi stirred, roused from her slumber by a piercing pain that knotted her insides, twisting like a dagger. Her night had been fitful, a ghostly dance between torment and oblivion, the hot water bag that had once brought her relief now lying cold and abandoned on her lower belly.

In the hazy light of dawn, her world seemed to shrink and distend, contracting into a single, burning point of pain. She drew herself into a fetal position, as if curling up on all fours would somehow shield her from the agony. The pristine sheets were creased, an echo of the turmoil that rocked her internally.

The marble floor of her room were painted with ethereal streaks of morning light, but Kasumi found little comfort in their warmth. Her thoughts, so often occupied by the stern discipline of her fighting training and the complex web of clan rivalries, now fixated solely on the relentless ache coiled around her core.

Suddenly, the warrior was just a woman, vulnerable and hurting. Her mind, usually a fortress of control, now flickered with resentment towards her own body, a betrayal that seemed cruel after years of dedicated conditioning and martial arts mastery.

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