In the City of Many Stars, within a temporary courtyard of the Mystic Master Guild.
The early morning mist had yet to dissipate. Faint sunlight filtered through the dense foliage in the courtyard, casting mottled spots of light in its center.
POW! POW! POW!
The wind from her fists whistled, making the air vibrate.
A young woman's sharp cry echoed from the courtyard. The wind from her fists billowed like the heavy breath of a Barbaric Beast, occasionally erupting with an explosive sound, full of power.
Her movements were nimble, like a crane standing atop a pine tree—agile and fierce within their grace.
Her limbs and spine were particularly remarkable. With every movement, she was like a fully drawn bowstring. She exhaled as if drawing the bow and struck as if releasing an arrow. Her light yet ferocious attacks revealed a profound foundation.
