[@Silverstein]
Beads of sweat hit the floor in splatters as the tan young monk before her allowed it to splash off her arm after a powerful weighted punch. She was dripping in it, her body covered in weight s on top of her already weighted uniform. She stopped to gather herself a moment to rest as another young lady entered the room and inspected the area. She watched her nervously and awaited her to leave. For some reason it felt embarrassing to train in front of another girl. She never felt this feeling before. It was then she was something she to directly. 
"Trainers? I do no believe there are any but I will help if you require"