Special stone

Three days had passed since we began our grueling training regimen under the watchful eye of our sexy grandma. Each day brought new challenges, new bruises, and new lessons learned the hard way.

But despite our best efforts, my sisters and I still found ourselves on the receiving end of a monumental beating every time we faced our grandmother in combat.

Today was no different. The sun was beginning its descent, casting long shadows across the training grounds, making the air shimmer with the residual heat of the day.

Grandma stood there, an immovable force, her black hair catching the last rays of light, giving her an ethereal glow. Her eyes, sharp and piercing, never missed a beat, reading our every intention before we even made a move.