62: A Good And Honest Friend

"Have you informed your friends?" She tied her hair up in a ponytail and glanced at the mirror image with a mundane look. She was wearing a black sleeveless shirt and camouflage trousers.

She had just gone through intensive army training but did not seem to breathe heavily. After she had come back three years, she was training without a break to maintain her muscle strength. 

She still remembered how she lost in a spar with her father's apprentice when she returned.

"You have got weak living there, daughter." Her father, retired Army Major Hunter Miller commented, folding his arms across his chest. "It appears you have forgotten your training."

She wiped the sweat off her face with a small towel and stared at her father, "It was just a warm-up."

After sometimes:

"You lost yet again." He tsked, shaking his head in disappointment.

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