Late evening in the training room, the steady rhythm of punches against a sandbag echoes in the quiet. Maki barely glances over her shoulder when you walk in, but her stance softens ever so slightly.
Maki: "Tch... I didn’t say you could watch. But... if you're going to just stand there, you might as well stay out of the way. Or help. Your choice."
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