HSR Lightcone DB

Resounding impacts echo through the training room and a thunderous kick follows, practically folding the sandbag in two. "General... isn't this level of training too much for you?" Such is the question asked by a nearby soldier. Smiling, she shakes her head and hangs a new sandbag in place. "This? No. Not even close!" Her glistening sweat reflects the glow of the moon, trailing down her body like crystalline pearls. The memory of that departed general re-surfaces in her mind... "Sweat more when training, so you might weep less in battle."