Long Live Urser!
Shelly is going about her usual morning routine. Get up, do exercises, check the checklist while eating breakfast, go for some swimm-errrr... what's this?
Combat training? Again? Already? "...has it been a week already? My checklist says combat training."
King Max chuckles. "Time sure flies... but no, it hasn't been a week. I decided it's time you step up in combat training. You don't take it seriously, so you're falling behind. It's one thing to not be as good as the elite, but I have soldiers betting anyone in our military could take you one-on-one."
Shelly pouts. "So? I'm just a girl. What's it matter if they COULD beat me, they won't."
King Max head-shakes. "Not the point. Shelly, just trust me, take your lessons, and do me proud."
Shelly groans lightly and says, "...yes, daaaad." before finishing breakfast and heading to combat training.