The sun climbed lazily over the Safe house, golden light spilling through wide windows and brushing across tired bodies and silent determination. Only two days remained until the Tournament of Chaos, and the five days of brutal training that had passed already felt like years. Every day, the girls had pushed their limits in different ways, sometimes together, sometimes alone, but always with the same goal—grow stronger, survive, and face the gods.
In the wide backyard, Kuina was already on the ground, sweat dripping down her temples as her arms moved with mechanical precision. Ten, twenty, fifty, hundreds, thousands. Her body went up and down in endless push-ups, her muscles burning but her spirit roaring quietly inside. Ten thousand was her goal today, and not a single one less. She gritted her teeth, eyes glowing with that fiery mix of fury and focus that made her presence impossible to ignore.
