At the same moment, near the verdant Klein Mountain, by the side of a winding river, Moli gently withdrew her hand that she had placed in the water. She then deeply inhaled, slowly shifting her body's center of gravity as if freed from the bonds of gravity, gently descending into the water.
There were no splashes, no sound of waves, only the still-flowing river and the gradually sinking Moli.
As the training officially began, Fisher found a stone near the shore, leaned against it, and watched the situation in the river.
Xiayat, too, was drawn by Moli's graceful entry into the water; she approached on her hooves, and in her gaze, a shadow rapidly ascended in the river.
The next second, like a flower blooming in water, Moli slowly surfaced, looking towards the distant Fisher.
Her face carried a smile, the proud suppleness hidden beneath the water's surface, but she was breathing vigorously and freely, a clear improvement from her constrained state on land.
