[~Music Recommendations: At Last by Etta James & Fix You by Coldplay~]
Komachi wiped away the sweat as he finished the training session with Mona. He noticed she was capable enough to take down one of his best fighters, but she barely managed to take on him. It seemed she had to sharpen her skills since she had not been training for weeks; moreover, her injury was also a concern.
"May I come in?" He asked, seeing the door open. She was perched up on the windowsill, her gaze fixed staring at the oblivion. She turned her face, and Komachi noticed tears in them, which she wiped, and nodded.
Mona was feeling worthless as she couldn't stand a chance with Komachi for even a minute; she knew he was strong and skilled but still, she wasn't any less. Martial arts was the only thing that she lived for after losing her family. What was she going to do if she couldn't even hold on to it?
