Clara wiped the sweat off her flawless, porcelain forehead as she stood in the training grounds.
The sun cast golden rays over her lithe frame, illuminating the sheen of exertion on her skin.
She wore a snug blue crop top and dark leggings that accentuated her youthful but already captivating figure elegant yet unassuming, with the effortless grace of someone born to move like flowing water.
Before her stood a row of reinforced training dummies, already mangled by her relentless assault. With one final breath, she stepped forward and unleashed a sweeping flurry of sword strikes each slash flowing into the next, faster than the eye could follow.
"Twelve Blooming Sword Dance… Second Form."
The air trembled. The final slash was so fast that a lingering arc shimmered in the air for a heartbeat, like the trailing light of a falling star. The dummy before her didn't just split it was cleaved so cleanly that the top half slid off silently before crashing to the ground.
