"Sigh."
In the individual training room, Sonia put down the wooden sword, breathing out a scorching breath. As soon as she stopped, beads of sweat glided from her temples, skimming over her flushed cheeks, like pearls pattering against her collarbone and flowing into the gorges of her training vest.
She walked over to grab a water bottle and began to drink in quick, shallow gulps. As her frantic heartbeat slowly settled, and her nearly depleted magic power gradually recovered, the Village Girl simply took off her training vest—after all, it was a private training room, and convenience was key.
The sweat-soaked vest was so damp that with a little effort, water could be wrung out of it. She shoved it into her gym bag, then took out a dry towel to pat dry the sweat behind her ears, along her neck, on her forehead, and beneath her chest.
