The next day.
Inside a boxing room, Diana had gloves in her hand while Aroma had a piece of clothing materials wrapped around her knuckles up to her wrist.
A red punching sack hanging in front of them. "Maintain a firm stance," Aroma paused. Diana stared at her intensely, letting all her words sink into her brain.
With her right foot at the front, the left at the back, bouncing up and down, by only lifting the back of her leg, while her toes still remain glued at the ground, she switch position of her legs, both hands in a fist and up in front of her; she throws her fist in a swift movements.
Diana, with a serious expression nodded her head as Aroma looked at her with a questioning gaze, as if asking if she understood.
