The next morning arrived right at 6:00 AM.
The sky was still soft with early light, the air cool and slightly damp, carrying the faint scent of earth and wood. A gentle breeze moved lazily through the trees, brushing against leaves that whispered quietly among themselves.
The world felt half-awake, suspended between night and day. Somewhere in the distance, birds chirped in uneven rhythm, breaking the silence just enough to make it feel alive.
Yuna walked toward the training ground in the backyard.
She wore her usual training outfit—a fitted, sleeveless Chinese-style martial dress with high slits along the sides, allowing free movement. The fabric hugged her figure perfectly, outlining her curves while still looking elegant and practical.
Her long pink hair was tied loosely, a few strands falling over her face as she walked, swaying gently with each step. The faint morning light reflected softly off her hair, giving it a subtle glow.
Her eyes held a hint of curiosity.
