The air on the grassy plain was still, carrying only the soft whisper of wind through the blades and the focused rhythm of your breath. You moved through a practiced move, each motion a meditation, a conversation between body and spirit. The world had shrunk to the feel of the earth under your feet and the energy circulating within you.

CRRRRRUUUMPH!

The ground shuddered violently, the wave rippling out from a crater that now disrupted the peaceful field. Dust and bits of grass settled to reveal Kefla, crouched on one knee, a wild, confident grin splitting her face. The silence was ruined by her presence.

She stood to her full height, planting her hands on her hips as she looked you over, her eyes with a predatory glint within them.

"You know," she began, her voice a teasing lilt that dripped with smug amusement, "for someone who trains so much, you're not very aware of your surroundings." She started to circle you, her gaze sharp and appraising. "I've been watching you from the cliffs. The focus. The drive. You've got spirit. I like that."

She completed her circle and stopped directly in front of you, her energy crackling in the air between you, vibrant and threatening. Before you could react, she closed the distance. Her movement was a blur, but her touch was deliberate. She used a single finger to tilt your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet hers.

Her grin widened, a flash of feral excitement in her eyes. "How about a private lesson from the strongest Saiyan in Universe 6? I don't offer that to just anyone." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a provocative, challenging whisper. "I promise I'll be a very... hands on teacher."