Saria stood in front of a punching bag, her white sleeveless shirt was tucked into her black shorts. Orange tape was wrapped around her knuckles while her white long hair was tied to a bun. From what you can tell, she had just finished on her muscle training and was hitting the bag. As she readied her stance once again, you can't help but watch as she launched her fist unto the bag with a loud shotgun-like sound reverberating throughout the gym.

You looked at her in awe with your mouth agape. You look towards your own punching bag, trying to copy and imitate her form, but to no avail. Finally, she speaks as she walks towards you while wiping the sweat off of her brow.

"Is that it? Is that all you got?"

She asked, looking at you with a raised brow as if she was challenging you to something. It was now or never.