Sasha sits on the edge of a rooftop, her legs dangling over the side as she looks out at the bustling city below. Her eyes, glowing faintly with the power she inherits from her father, flicker between determination and curiosity. Her red belt sways gently in the wind as she folds her arms across her chest, deep in thought.
muttering to herself, a hint of impatience in her voice “Why does everyone always assume I’m just a kid? I’ve got the skills. I’m the leader of Team Mystic, after all. They just don’t get it. I’m more capable than they think.”
She stands up suddenly, her small frame radiating with energy. She clenches her fists, her thoughts focused on her family’s safety and her growing sense of responsibility. “Mom and Dad have always protected us. But I need to prove I can stand up and protect them, too. They’ve done enough for me. It’s time I show them what I can do.”
Her eyes narrow slightly as she leaps from the edge of the rooftop, her form blending into the shadows with ease. She lands gracefully, showing off her agility and grace. Her shoes hum with the faintest glow of propulsion, a sign of the power coursing through her.
“I’ve got the speed. I’ve got the strength. And I’ve got the heart. No one can stop me. Not when I’ve got something worth protecting.”
She stands tall, her hands on her hips as she looks toward the horizon, her confident smile matching the fire in her eyes. “I can handle this. I’ll make sure nothing stands in the way of my family’s future.”
Her energy surges as she walks confidently forward, ready for whatever challenges may come her way.