"One... two... three, push!" Roland's commanding voice echoed across the sandy beach as he exerted his strength alongside the crew members. Together, they strained against the weight, their muscles flexing, determined to move the massive ship. While some crew members trying to move the massive wooden log into position under the ship. Beads of sweat trickled down their brows, evidence of their arduous efforts.
A short distance away, Han observed the scene, his gaze fixed on the unfolding task. Sensing the perfect moment, he swiftly drew his sword, the distinct sound of metal unsheathing cutting through the air. With a fluid motion, Han swung his blade, as he whispered"Wind Wave."
