Subconscious

And she was right.

For the next hour, Nnenna struggled.

Her punches lacked power. Her kicks were weak. Her stances collapsed too easily. But with every failed attempt, her body started to adjust, bit by bit.

The frustration built inside her, but she refused to stop.

Then, something clicked.

She threw a punch, this time, it felt right.

She stepped into a kick, it landed solidly.

Lady Rose's smirk returned. "Good. Now do it a hundred more times."

Nnenna groaned.

This was going to be a long night.

Nnenna wiped sweat from her forehead, her body aching from the intense training. The exhaustion weighed on her, but a small spark of excitement flickered inside her when Lady Rose mentioned the next activity.

"Horses?" Nnenna echoed, her breath still slightly uneven.