"Even though it only lives for a single night," Langga continued, "it always reappears randomly somewhere in the field. The herbalists tried every method they could to eradicate it, but nothing worked. In the end, they abandoned this garden, turning it into a training ground instead. Now, the One-Night Flower grows freely among the others."
Gara nodded, fascinated by the story of such a peculiar flower.
"Your task tonight," Langga said at last, "is to find that flower and cut it down using your Water Slash without damaging any of the surrounding flowers."
Gara's gaze drifted toward the field before him. The flowers grew close together, tangled and wild, leaving almost no space between one stem and another.
This was going to be a challenge.
His brows furrowed. Trying to cut a single stalk among tightly clustered, intertwined flowers was clearly no easy task.
