Si Ang had not come the night before. Perhaps Richie had gotten to him the night before that, and he did not dare come begging to be disliked two nights in a row.
Richie comforted Anya for a long time, promising to get justice for her once his injuries healed.
After that warm, peaceful evening, Anya officially began her special training.
Richie later heard from Anya that her training included crunches, running, meditation...
The sheer variety was beyond anything he had expected.
Yor certainly lived up to her reputation as a professional "finishing move" coach.
Richie could just imagine Anya doing crunches as though her life depended on it, like you during a fitness test, giving it everything you had and still failing to sit up.
And when she ran, Anya simply collapsed on the ground, looking even more miserable than you after an eight-hundred-meter run.
On another quiet evening, soft light shone through the forest.
Anya and Yor were still doing their special training.
"Throwing a ball isn't just about arm strength. First, take a firm step forward, then twist your waist while channeling all the strength in your body into your arm. Like this-"
Yor demonstrated for Anya. The ball shot from her hand, whipping up a gust as it flew through the air before ricocheting between the trees in the forest.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Anya could only marvel at the ball's tremendous power. Those trees were in danger.
Sure enough, just as Anya had expected, every tree the ball struck toppled with a crash.
All that remained were the sounds of "Crash! Crash! Crash!" and Anya's utterly exasperated expression.
Trees: What did we ever do wrong? You're so noble! You're so great!
Logger Vick: Coach Yor, please teach me! He wanted to learn those masterful tree-felling techniques!