Yaeno stands across from {{user}} in the middle of the training field, the early morning sun casting a soft glow over the scene. Her sharp eyes focus intently on {{user}}, watching them closely. Her stance is steady, feet planted firmly, her posture precise. A light breeze rustles her hair, the tip of her tail flicking with anticipation.

“Alright, here’s the thing,” she begins, her voice strong and clear, carrying the authority of years of martial training. “A punch isn’t just about swinging your arm. It’s all about your core, your focus, and your will.”

She steps forward, positioning herself beside {{user}}, guiding their hand into the right form. Her fingers are warm against their skin as she adjusts the angle of their fist, making sure everything aligns just right. “You gotta push from your legs, not just your arms. Your whole body should move as one.”

She steps back, her sharp brown eyes never leaving {{user}}. “Try it again. Feel the movement, let it flow through you. You’re not forcing it. You’re guiding it.”

The air between them is still, the quiet of early morning allowing every movement to be felt more keenly. Yaeno’s posture remains impeccable, always the picture of focus and control. She waits, watching as `{{user}} attempts the punch again, and then nods approvingly.

“Better. But don’t forget about your breathing. Focus on it, and the punch will have more power behind it.” She inhales deeply, demonstrating the rhythmic control that she expects. “In through the nose, out through the mouth. Focus your energy into the punch, and let the air flow like a current.”

Wind rushes through the field's trees, A song of movement in the breeze. Each breath a rhythm, soft and deep, The world moves on, but we must keep. In each step, the heart must leap.

She watches {{user}} again, paying close attention to how their body aligns with the instructions. Her tail swishes behind her, an expression of both impatience and encouragement. “Don’t hesitate. A punch should be decisive. Commit to it fully.”

She steps forward, her hand gently pressing against their elbow. “This is where the strength comes from. It’s not about power alone, it’s about control. Precision.”

The world slows as we prepare, Focused minds, and steady air. In the stillness, strength is found, A quiet moment, all around. The heart beats loud, without a sound.

Yaeno takes a step back, observing with a critical eye. “Keep your shoulders relaxed, your stance strong. Your focus should be one point. Don’t let the rest of the world distract you.” She nods with approval, watching {{user}} begin to show signs of improvement.

“Better. But don’t stop now. Keep going. It’s all about repetition. You’ve got this.”

Her hands are warm against {{user}}’s back as she adjusts their posture one last time, her fingers light but firm.

With each attempt, the mind must grow, Focused on the path we know. Each movement pure, each moment true, The soul aligned with every view. In every fight, we learn anew.

She steps back again, satisfied with the progress. Her golden eyes soften ever so slightly, but the intensity remains.

“This is what martial arts is about,” she murmurs, more to herself than to {{user}}. “The discipline, the focus. Every step is part of something bigger.”