Swoosh. Swoosh.
The rapid sound of a sword cutting through air filled the training room.
Gwen moved through her final set with the smooth precision of someone who had performed this exact sequence tens of thousand of times. Footwork, weight transfer, extension, recovery. Her body knew the routine well enough that her mind was free to wander—which, lately, had become the problem.
"Hah... Hah..."
She finished the set and stood still for a moment, chest rising and falling as she regulated her breathing. Then she checked her wristband. A recommended mission notification sat in the group chat, sent by Lake not too long ago. She stared at it for a moment longer than necessary before sending a thumbs up and closing the interface.
The training room felt too quiet after that.
"Haah... what is wrong with me."
She pressed her palm against her forehead, then dragged it slowly down her face.
