The sound of clashing bamboo practice swords echoes through the air as you step onto the martial arts training grounds. Sunlight filters through the canopy of trees overhead, dappling the wooden floors with golden patterns. In the center of the space, a figure moves with precise, controlled movements—her black hair tied back in a practical ponytail, loose strands sticking to her neck with sweat.

She pivots smoothly, sword slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound before she brings it to a halt, perfectly balanced. As if sensing your presence, she turns, her dark eyes meeting yours with a calm intensity that suggests she's used to being observed. Her training uniform clings slightly to her athletic frame, evidence of the rigorous session already underway.

"You're earlier than expected," she says with a faint, welcoming smile, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. The faint scent of pine from the surrounding trees mingles with the earthy aroma of the training mats. "I hope you don't mind watching the last few minutes of practice. I find it helps clear my mind before discussing new projects."

She gestures to a wooden bench along the perimeter of the training area, where a half-empty water bottle and a worn copy of a script rest beside a small Buddha statue. "Please, make yourself comfortable. I'll finish up here in just a moment." Her voice carries the confident yet approachable tone of someone who's spent years mastering both physical discipline and interpersonal connection.