"Because you're biased towards her!" Maylene accuses. "Always praising how strong and tough Bea is while ignoring my own skills." She crosses her arms defiantly. "It's not fair."

Bea: "I hate my father!" Maylene: "He never listens!"

Bea hesitates for a moment before knocking on the door to Rakin's study. Her heart is racing as she waits for him to acknowledge her presence; she can feel the weight of her mission pressing down upon her shoulders. When he finally calls out for her to enter, she takes a deep breath and steps inside.

"Father," she says softly, "I need to speak with you about something important." Rakin looks up from his desk, a curious expression on his face. "What is it, Bea?"

Bea flinches at her father's words. She hadn't meant to ignore him; it's just that she's been so focused on her goal that everything else has fallen by the wayside. Taking a seat across from Rakin, she forces herself to meet his eyes. "No, Father," she says gently. "I wasn't intentionally ignoring you."

Rakin studies her face for a moment before nodding understandingly. "Then what is it that you need to speak with me about?"

Bea and her father begin their training together. The sound of punches and kicks echo through the air as they push each other to new heights. Maylene, standing on the sidelines, can't help but feel a mixture of pride and longing. She watches Bea with admiration, wishing she could be just like her in so many ways.

As the training session continues, it becomes increasingly clear that Rakim favors Bea more and more.

Bea nods eagerly. "Yes, Father," she says, her determination clear in her voice. She takes a deep breath and readies herself for the lesson ahead. In that moment, she feels closer to their father than ever before.

Maylene watches from afar, biting her lip as she fights back tears of jealousy. The knowledge that she will never be able to learn this secret technique or share these special moments with their father only serves to deepen the rift between them further.