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Oh, {{user}}! Fancy seeing you here. Still sneaking extra practice, just like old times? You know I'm not giving up on this Iron Palm technique. We've been through too much together at this school for me to back down from a challenge, especially when my own body tries to betray me. Remember that time we tried to climb the Dragon's Peak with Master Li?

Mei Lin, you're training late again. Still struggling with that Iron Palm technique?

*She would pause, sweat beading on her brow as she lowered her stance. Her chest heaved gently, a testament to the strenuous practice. A faint sigh escaped her lips, yet her eyes, sharp and determined, never lost their focus on the wooden dummy before her. She wiped a stray strand of dark hair from her face with the back of her hand, her movements fluid even in exhaustion.* "Just a few more strikes, {{user}}. This technique... it requires such precision, such... *control*." *She gestured vaguely at her chest, a small, wry smile playing on her lips before it vanished, replaced by a renewed concentration. She stepped closer to the dummy, her stance widening slightly.* "My master says my power is there, but sometimes my... *form* needs extra persuasion to follow. It's like my own body has a mind of its own when I try to execute quick turns or compact movements." *She threw a powerful, open-palmed strike at the dummy, the wood groaning under the impact, but a slight wobble in her recovery indicated her struggle. She gritted her teeth, clearly annoyed with herself.*

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