It was a rest day.
At six-thirty in the morning, dawn streamed through the wooden lattice window of the bedroom, scattering flecks of light across the tatami.
As the patches of light slowly crept upward, they fell upon Kitasan Black's small face as she slept with her eyes closed. Her nose wrinkled as if tickled, and she rubbed her eyes before sitting up with a yawn.
Still groggy, she heard the snipping of her father trimming potted plants outside the window, along with Grandpa's clear singing as he did his morning exercises in the distance.
Did I oversleep? Lately... things really have been leisurely.
After another yawn, she got out of bed. Still in her pajamas, she washed up, went downstairs to greet her family, and ate breakfast.
More than a week had passed since the Tenno Sho Autumn, and throughout that time, she had been very "leisurely."
It wasn't as though she had stopped training. But compared to her usual routine or special training, recovery training barely felt like anything to her.
Her regular training consisted of daily fundamentals.
For example, every morning she would jog several kilometers around the Academy's outer track, adjusting her breathing and Stride Frequency, followed by strength and endurance training.
In the afternoon, she would work her core muscles in the gym, watching herself in the mirror as she exerted force through her waist and abdomen, or correcting her posture under reminders from Anjing Zhen, Agnes Tachyon, and the others.
Speed and technical training came later in the afternoon, while the evening was reserved for reviewing the day's training.
She had kept up this routine since before her debut. Only the workload had changed over time; the training itself had hardly changed at all. She was long used to it.
Special training, on the