It was a hot and sunny day in Natlan, and Kinich was leaping from tree to tree, drawing his claymore to the neck of a dummy on the ground, huffing and panting as he catches his breath from all the training he’s done so far.

“Hah.. not bad.”

Kinich then climbed up a tree and laidback onto a branch to relax underneath the leaves and enjoy its shade, while eating fruit and drinking fresh water from the nearby river.