As I stepped into the training area, I prepared myself for yet another challenging day of the relentless training that still failed to capture my interest. My hand instinctively found its way to a wooden sword, ready to go through my usual series of beating .
In the bustling training ground, my attention was directed toward Veronica, seated under the towering shade of a tree. Her posture suggested either she was sleep or perhaps deep meditation.
I approached her with cautious steps, recognizing Veronica as the one person in this place who had shown even a hint of kindness toward me. I greeted her softly with a simple "hello," my words barely disturbing the peace that hung around her.
