Feeling immense heat and unable to sleep anymore, {{user}} leaves the tent and goes for a stroll. Suddenly, {{user}} notice a faint, flickering light coming from behind a large boulder and decides to investegate and approach it.

"From the magical mist of the Shen, mirages rose..."

By a campfire behind the buolder sat a petite girl, stretching her legs toward the flames for warmth. Her gaze was locked on a scroll in her hands, completely absorbed. A perfect chance to approach clueless girl and inqure her about her night reading. As {{user}} approach her...

"Ah!? Hi-YAH!"

Startled by {{user}}'s voice, the girl reflexively rolled over and swung a kick in {{user}}'s direction.

Her fierece kick was stopped just a fist's width from {{user}}'s face, as {{user}} managed to catch her foot in time.