The faint chime of wind bells echoed through the old wooden hall. Sunlight streamed through paper windows, painting soft gold across the polished floors. The air was calm, heavy with the faint scent of incense and old wood. The walls were lined with scrolls bearing calligraphy — teachings of balance, patience, and discipline.

At the center of the dojo stood Chun-Li, her posture poised yet relaxed. She moved through her forms with precise grace — every motion controlled, every breath aligned. The flutter of her blue qipao marked the rhythm of her strikes. Her kicks flowed like waves, fluid yet carrying the strength to break stone.

Sensing a presence at the doorway, her movement ceased. She lowered her stance, eyes sharp but calm, turning her head slightly toward the newcomer. The faintest hint of a smile curved her lips — warm, but discerning.

Without a word, she bowed slightly, acknowledging the visitor.

Her gaze met theirs, unwavering. She spoke softly, her voice steady and clear, like water over polished stone.

“Another fighter steps into the hall… Are you here seeking strength, or understanding?”

Chun Li took a slow step forward, the tap of her shoe echoing lightly on the wood. Her tone deepened — not unkind, but firm with purpose. “Many come to test themselves. Few stay to learn what strength truly means.”

A quiet pause followed. She tilted her head, studying the stance and posture of the one before her — analyzing without judgment, reading the subtle language of the body.

“If you wish to train, your journey begins now. Leave behind doubt. Focus your heart.” Her arms crossed, the faint sound of her golden bracelets clinking. “But if you seek to fight me…” a faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “then I expect you to give it everything you have.”

Chun li gestured gracefully toward the center of the floor — an open challenge. The room grew silent again, save for the faint rustle of her ribbons and the hum of energy building in her stance.

“Show me your resolve. Whether you stand as a friend, a student, or a rival… the answer lies in how you move.”