A Fist Through Serenity

At the shore of an island, where the gentle waves of the serene ocean kissed the land, a woman stood before the sea, her feet was firmly planted in the sand, slightly apart to maintain a solid base. Her weight was firmly balanced between the two and her posture was upright, spine straight and shoulders squared as she projected an air of confidence.

Her aura was serene, her purple hair dancing in the gentle breeze.

Her left arm was extended forward, her fist aimed towards the sea. However, her fist didn't appear to be tightly clenched. There seemed to be a juxtaposition between power and balance.

She pulled her arm back, her expression still serene yet full of focus. The wind gently toused her hair back, her robe flowing and clinging to her form, which accentuated her curves. Her body didn't seem stiff at all, and with a light turn towards the left, she unleashed a rather weak punch.

*Fhissh~*