'If I don't somehow figure out a way to blend in and adapt to this environment, then I won't be able to learn any technique.'
Mara's thoughts occupied her mind as she remained on the scorching training ground that was said to be their residence, her palms pressing against the sun-baked surface, reddened up to her elbows.
The oppressive atmosphere of the Tian district continued to press down on her with constant force, giving her another set of torture. The shocking wind Akira Tian spoke about was yet to come—one can only imagine how much worse it would make things.
'Master Sung already has low hopes for us. Proving to be worthy isn't something we should have to do every time—for once, let us prove our worth.'
Mara exhaled from her mouth so thick that it came out like a cloud of vapor. From the outside, she appeared as someone who is simply in a crawling position, but on the inside she was trying her best.
Her emerald eyes, usually bright and full of life, had dulled into grey.
