Currently, Stella and I stand in a large field that once served as Jill's training ground. The burnt grasses tell the tale of past battles, and it's evident that this place has been neglected over the years. The special grasses that once had the ability to self-heal after taking an attack have slowly withered away.
Stella holds a small wooden spear, her aura contrasting with surroundings. She's dressed in a tight black dress that clings to her body, making her look alluring yet fierce. As for me, I'm simply wearing shorts, shirtless, with a wooden sword in hand. Guida stands at the far end of the field, observing the scene with keen interest.
"Stella," I say, looking at her with a serious expression, "I want you to use everything in your arsenal to attack me. Don't hold back."
Her eyes light up with determination, and she clenches her fists. "Are you sure, Master? I don't want to hurt you."
"Don't worry about that. I can handle it," I assure her with a reassuring smile.
