The holographic training room buzzed to life, its projection transforming the vast space into a barren wasteland. The dry wind howled as dust clouds swirled across the cracked, desolate ground. Above, the sun glared down, its heat relentless, though artificial.
Reina stood across from me, her smirk as sharp as ever. She cracked her knuckles, her jet black hair tied loosely behind her head, a stark contrast against her sharp, black eyes that burned with challenge. Around her neck, her crimson scarf fluttered. Her sleeveless outfit hugged her curvaceous figure, emphasizing her impressive physique. She bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, her confident grin making it clear she was ready to spar.
