Sara stood in the expansive courtyard of her private home, surrounded by an aura of determination. The midday sun shone intensely, but the young woman barely noticed the heat. She had spent hours perfecting her technique with the help of the AI, and now she needed an extra push, someone to help her apply what the AI had created. For this, she decided to ask Yassir for help, mainly because most others were busy, and he was the only one available.
Yassir was practicing with his Tahtib staff in a secluded corner. His movements were fluid and precise, a deadly dance that showcased his mastery in combat. Despite his reluctance to use magic, Yassir had learned to combine his physical strength with the supernatural abilities of his transformation, although he always preferred to rely on his physical prowess and skills.
"Mr. Yassir," Sara called out, approaching with determined steps.
Yassir paused his training and turned to her, a warm smile on his face.
