The wooden dummy was placed in a small clearing, surrounded by trees on three sides, with a brook on the other side.
In the middle of the clearing, a bonfire was lit, with a roast chicken over it. In the flickering firelight, the surface of the chicken was golden and crispy, and the aroma wafted through the forest.
Beside the bonfire, a variety of seasonings and knives were laid out.
Less than three meters from the bonfire was the wooden dummy. Standing in front of it, practicing, was a girl. She was tall, with a pretty face, short, neat hair, a slender and graceful figure, wearing a recruit's training uniform, not yet ranked, looking about eighteen or nineteen years old.
Her punches and kicks hit the wooden dummy with force, every move carrying a fierce intensity. However, despite the intensity, her handling of the moves was average, clearly a novice.
At one point, the girl stopped.
She retracted her limbs, turned her head, and looked straight in a certain direction.
