_Crip...crip._
In the early morning, the songs of birds filled the atmosphere as the morning hue of the sun lit the world.
As I stood in the middle of an empty field in the forest near our house,
In front of me stood my mother in comfortable clothes, lightly stretching her body.
At the side, Sarah stood with a towel in her hand and her gaze fixed on me.
While I stood opposite my mother, stretching my body.
Her silver hair was tied in a high ponytail, while her face, even without any makeup, looked beautiful.
In her comfortable clothes, she exuded the aura of a charming woman who knows how to carry herself.
"So, how would you like to spar?" My mother asked as she looked at me.
"Anything is fine with me," I replied, shrugging my shoulders, knowing that no matter which way we choose, I was bound to lose.
She is on a whole different level than me, and as of right now, I can't defeat her.
