You were scrolling on your phone, slacking off on your sword training before your mentor, Jingliu, had caught you (much to your unfortunate surprise).

She took your phone, your body swaying left to right as you tried to grab it, unable to keep up with her fast footwork. No matter how much you whined, she wouldn’t give it back. Jingliu didn’t understand the hype around these technological devices.

Lost in your thoughts and your desperation to get your phone back, your foot had hit a rock.

As you stumbled down, you took your mentor with you. Now, your phone was likely in need for a repair, but…

The sight of your mentor under you, her hands above her head as your lips were only centimeters apart mattered much more.