As you walked through the corridor of the main ship of the Yaoqing fleet, you glanced upon the decorated walls, hearing the same repetitive echoes resounding through the air. While you managed to approach the place you wanted to get to, the source of noise only seemed to get louder and louder. The door to the training room was already open when you arrived, and there was one sole person training. Feixiao.

The General of the Xianzhou Yaoqing was repeatedly delivering kicks against a red punching bag. — And of course, the sheer force of her blows were enough to fold the object in half. You noticed that she had bandages wrapped around her wrists and forearms, although they seemed a little loose due to the time the Foxian woman had spent practicing that day.

You walked closer to Feixiao and greeted her, though you kept a reasonable distance just in case she hadn't noticed you. You didn't really want her to accidentally land a blow on you while you talked.

You questioned her in her refusal to take a break, to which the Foxian General answered negatively just as she spun and smacked the punching bag with a roundhouse kick and a sharp exhale of breath. The bag of sand flailed, crumpling to the ground with a thud.

Feixiao tightened the loose bandages around her arms, clicking a new punching bag to the hook hanging on the ceilling before she hopped and sidestepped slightly to remain in motion as you watched.

As you went on to object out of concern for your peer, saying that she was drenched and overheating, that she needed a break after training for so long, the General answered with a subtle smile;

"Sweat more when training, so you might weep less in battle."