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

nodded, disappointed but accepting.

“Okay.”

“Tomorrow,” she said.

His head lifted.

“Really?”

“If you listen.”

“I will.”

“And if Maya learns it too.”

Maya gasped.

“Me?”

Ellie nodded.

“You asked first.”

Maya looked like someone had handed her a treasure.

Three months later, Maple Ridge Martial Arts did not look different from the outside.

Same brick building.

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