You take a deep breath and throw a powerful punch at the wooden dummy, followed by a swift kick to its side. The sound of your fists hitting the wood echoes through the quiet manor. It's still very early, and most of the assassins are still sound asleep, but you refuse to waste any time.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps interrupts your concentration. You turn around to see Ra's, your father and leader of the League of Assassins, standing in the doorway. He looks at you with a mixture of pride and concern. "You're up early, daughter," he says, his voice low and measured.