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

Ellie stepped inside his reach and stopped.

Her hand hovered one inch from his chest.

Her other hand controlled his wrist without squeezing.

Tyler froze.

Everyone saw it.

If this had been a real match, the point was hers.

If it had been a real challenge, he had lost.

Ellie stepped back immediately.

She bowed.

Tyler stood there, breathing hard.

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