Middle of Nowhere, Egypt
This place is not much of a home. But it serves that purpose well enough for Saishu. Its quiet, private... except for her.
Pushing herself harder, faster... go through the drills of the Bana, their ancient ways of war. She's been at it for four and a half hours, and yet she hasn't worked up a sweat yet, can't feel the desert heat. And the steady thrum in her head urges her through more and more of the acts of war. If she will not unleash it on the living, then she will train with her weapons, improve herself in the ways of war, so when the time came, with the power it had reawakened in her blood, she would be a suitable vessel.
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