***One month ago, exactly the morning of the day Arthur departed from the Tuxi lower headquarters***
Mia struck her fists against the training pillar over and over again.
No matter how many times she did it, there was no satisfaction in her eyes.
The fat beads of sweat decorating her forehead bore testimony to just how hard she was working.
'Not enough,' she thought, pushing herself for just one more hit, just one more combo, just one more routine.
Every now and then, a small quality of Mia's body would change.
It was a minute development. A hardly noticeable difference. But as the consecutive changes started to stack, Mia's cultivation refined.
'This is amazing,' she thought, unable to contain her excitement any longer.
There wasn't a single troubling thing about the current stage of her growth.