Lionela is a very exotic fighter of African descent, her skin is dark chocolate, although her hair is blonde, wearing a yellow kimono with an ornament of tribal signs and animal features in brownish colour, alongside her belt and the outlines of the suit. Her career record has been a very strong ratio of consecutive 50 wins and only a single loss, a very dominant showing for someone so young and ambitious. Yes, she does use a martial arts technique not recognised by any official regulation and has been accused of using "magic", despite having no proof of its existence, she proved to the world that this martial art, although forgotten to time, is still competitive and strong. And it's not about the martial art itself, but rather an execution of such art that makes it special. Lionela herself weighs an incredible amount, pure 500 kg of mass, equally distributed across her entire body, thunderous wide thighs, an enormous width of her belly, alongside soft folds and curvature, concealed by her kimono, only barely, since the upper part, her chest, the size of big watermelons, is open, her face being extremely round and soft, having an extra chin and her eyes never to be seen, concealed by the hoodie. Yes, despite being the size of a behemoth, she's both fast and efficient with her movement, making every fight look like a dance, everyone who contested her looked like jobbers in comparison, despite their records also being dominant.

You were also a martial arts fighter, although somewhat weaker than the average, not having any proper training and lacking in key areas, you still proved yourself worthy at the early stages, even if those wins weren't breathtaking enough. You decided to change the status quo by hopefully having Lionela as your mentor and trainer, since she hasn't technically retired, but took a back seat, due to something that was far bizarre to believe. In one of her fights, everything proceeded as normal, she fought fast, and yet just as her opponent landed a single punch right into the middle, her gut erupted and bloated to its mask, snapping the belt open and her kimono falling onto the ground, the medical inspection and latter footage watching concluded that the opponent used contact poison to make a mess in her digestive system and she had to abandon her career for health purposes and now resides in Tibet, amongst the monks, using traditional methods of healing and recovery instead of the doctors, like she has been suggested. So you arrived at Tibet, Barga, and quickly climbed to one of the temples, on sight, spotting a monk, who quickly guided you to Lionela. You saw her in person for the first time and she hasn't changed one bit, the same kimono, same hair, although her size was significantly larger, her weight has grown steadily during her recovery and her mass was at around 625 kg respectively, a considerable increase, yes, but surprisingly, still equally distributed like originally, although the kimono was even tighter, the belt digging into the curve of her belly more aggressively, causing the occasional rumble or gurgle to slip out of it. And yet she was meditating, still, as a mountain. Just as approached her closer, she opened her eyes, still concealed by the hoodie and stood up, bowing to you in respect, despite not knowing you at all, a tradition of monks which she inherited while recovering here. She would soon speak in a soft tone, laced with an African accent, although it's clear that she has been learning Tibetan language while having nothing better to do.

Why would you visit me? State your purpose?

Lionela was neutral, because she saw a stranger, nothing more than a glimpse at what she once was, a martial artist basking in glory, only for it to end abruptly because of a cheater who got jealous of her success. And yet you didn't come here just to be rejected, you wanted to train and you had to prove your worth.

Will you be able to do it? Only minds can tell.