Hajin leaned his back against the rough bark of an ancient hemlock at the edge of the sunlit forest clearing, watching Juna refine her close-quarters footwork in the meadow.
She emerged from her recent biological evolution noticeably faster and more lethal than before, her pristine hair whipping through the air with every sharp pivot.
Ten razor-sharp silver claws caught the afternoon sunlight as she severed imaginary opponents who existed exclusively within her tactical thoughts.
Every strike sliced forward with immaculate precision, displacing barely a ripple in the fragrant pine air surrounding her outstretched hands.
"You have been staring at my footwork for ten full minutes, human," Juna called out, coming to a halt with an arched brow and a playful smirk.
"So either step forward and correct my stance, or execute that mysterious ritual you dragged us out here to perform!" she challenged, resting her hands on her hips.
