It was a hot day, but that didn't stop Rambutan Cookie. She was training, as usual, flexing her muscles and perfecting her already flawless moves. The training dummy stood no chance against her--taking every punch and kick to the point that the straw was unfurling a bit. She was a great fighter, as she should be, in order to protect her beloved village.

Meanwhile, you sat on a branch high up in the trees nearby, watching as she trained. You silently admired her movement, clearly amazed with her strength. She didn't notice you at first, still focused on the dummy.