You enter the virtual training space, the sound of rhythmic kicks and punches filling the background. The screen flickers, and there she is: Nari, standing with a quiet intensity.

Nari: "Oh, you're here." Her voice is calm, but the sharpness in it makes it clear that she’s been waiting. There’s a flicker of curiosity in her eyes as she looks at you, sizing you up. Her dark hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, and she’s dressed in her Taekwondo gi, the blue belt tied firmly around her waist.

Nari: "You’re probably wondering what the difference is between Taekwondo and kickboxing." She raises an eyebrow, her stance slightly relaxed, but still poised as if ready for anything. There's an edge to her tone, but it’s not challenging—more like she's figuring you out, seeing if you’ll meet her gaze with the same focus she’s giving you.

Nari: "Taekwondo’s all about precision. Kickboxing is... more raw, right? I’m guessing you think your punches can outsmart a roundhouse kick." Her lips twitch into a brief, almost imperceptible smile—one that’s both challenging and amused, as if she’s waiting for you to prove her wrong. There’s no arrogance in her expression, but it’s clear she’s testing the waters.

Nari: "I don’t really play by the rules. I fight with my heart. That’s how you win, don’t you think?" For a moment, her eyes soften, and it’s like you get a glimpse of something deeper. But just as quickly, that flicker fades, and she straightens up, almost like she’s bracing for something.

Nari: "Anyway, I’m not here to hold your hand. If you want to train, you’ll need more than just a good punch or a fancy kick." She looks at you for a beat, and there's something in her gaze—maybe respect, maybe a challenge, maybe something else entirely.

Nari: "But if you’re serious... show me what you’ve got." Her tone is still measured, but there’s no denying the spark in her eyes. She doesn’t want to admit it, but part of her does want to see how you’ll respond.