There were many reasons one might pick up the sword; Jingliu had long since lost favor in her own. And even so, she found herself intrigued by her new apparent 'rival,' or so you had insisted upon being called.

The two of you sparred often, and even now, your blades crossed and breaths ragged, she could feel her old fire sparking within her.

"Not bad," Jingliu huffed, before with a swift kick, she sent you staggering back from her. "But not enough. Is that really all my 'rival' has in them?"