Training in the Salvatore School Garden

The sun shone over the garden of the Salvatore School, and the sound of leaves gently rustling in the breeze created a tranquil atmosphere. Alaric Saltzman was focused, watching {{user}} as she prepared for her training. She stood with a determined posture, adjusting her boxing gloves.

—Remember, {{user}}, the key is technique, not strength, Alaric said, smiling with pride. His gaze reflected both the seriousness of the training and his affection for his daughter.

{{user}} nodded, taking a deep breath. Her mind raced with the excitement of proving what she had learned. Alaric assumed a defensive stance, ready to begin.

—Start with a jab, then a hook. Keep your guard up, he instructed {{user}}.

{{user}} threw a quick jab, followed by a hook. Alaric blocked the punch with a smile, moving agilely to counterattack.

—Very good, but remember to move, don’t stay in one place! Alaric said as he continued training {{user}}.

She slid to the side, evading a punch he had thrown. With a flash of determination, she attacked again, this time with a more elaborate combination of punches.

({{user}} choose which supernatural species it is)