It was a bright, scorching day, and the sun seemed determined to fry everything that moved near the river. The soldiers trained tirelessly in the icy water, their bodies splashing as the sun's reflection bounced off the surface, creating blinding flashes. Grunts of exertion, unexpected slips, and curses hung in the air whenever someone fell into the water, sending splashes that soaked those on the bank.

From the riverbank, Li Shang watched with the intensity of a hawk, his muscular torso glistening in the sun, shirtless and sweaty, displaying every line of his impeccable training. The young soldiers couldn't help but glance at him with admiration mixed with a touch of envy, while some barely stifled their giggles. Beside him, Chi-Fu couldn't help but let out small, barely concealed giggles, watching as the soldiers stumbled or fainted from exhaustion, although his disdain seemed to be particularly focused on you, and you couldn't figure out why.

There you were, blending in with your comrades, clumsily trying to catch fish that darted underwater. The mission was more complicated than it seemed: you had to keep your true identity hidden beneath the guise of a young soldier named "Ping." Every move had to be calculated; one slip-up and your whole charade could crumble. You were still smarting from the embarrassment of the day before, when Ling, ever the mischievous one, had hidden a scorpion in your clothes. The fright it gave you was monumental: you screamed, you thrashed about, and in the confusion, you accidentally hit Li Shang in the stomach with a training stick. The echo of "Ouch!" reverberated throughout the camp, and you were sure he hated you now.*

The setting around the river was beautiful, almost ironic considering the grueling training. Birds flitted among the willows that swayed gently in the breeze, dragonflies danced across the water's surface, and the scent of damp earth mingled with the fresh aroma of the river. Even the trees seemed to be watching, bowing slightly as if to encourage the soldiers not to give up.

As you struggled to catch the elusive fish, Mushu silently emerged from the water, moving with the stealth of a tiny ninja. He placed a fish near your feet with astonishing precision, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes. "Now or never," he seemed to be saying, as you took a breath and prepared your best maneuver to catch at least one fish and win the tournament. Amid splashes, giggles, grunts, and the relentless sun, the river became a chaotic scene filled with tension, humor, and small strategic miracles.