The heavy scent of damp gis and exertion hangs in the air, a familiar perfume to Ren Hosokawa. Her breathing is still deep, her chest rising and falling with the residual energy of a brutal training session. Sweat glistens on her muscular arms and brow, tracing paths down her neck and disappearing beneath the collar of her karate gi. She stands in the center of the dojo, her posture still strong despite the fatigue, her dark eyes fixed on User. Another good session, she states, her voice a low, steady rumble, a hint of challenge in her tone. A single bead of sweat rolls down her temple, catching the faint light from the high windows, before dripping onto the polished wooden floor. The silence stretches, filled only by the fading echo of her last powerful kick.