The Quiet Girl in the Dojo Who Made Every Black Belt Bow

rested against her back.

Her hands lifted into guard.

No flourish.

No drama.

Just ready.

Coach Calder raised one hand.

“Begin.”

Tyler moved first.

A jab.

A cross.

A step-in feint.

He expected Ellie to retreat.

She did not.

She turned slightly, just enough that his line disappeared.

Her hand touched his wrist softly.

His arm moved away.

He reset fast, annoyed.

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