Romanticism System
The school dojo smelled faintly of sweat and polished wood. Sunlight streamed through the high windows, casting long streaks across the wooden floor.
Kang Hayoon adjusted her stance, jet-black hair tied neatly behind her, eyes sharp and focused. She exhaled slowly, centering herself, feeling the rhythm of the dojo around her.
Across from her, a senior from another class shifted, muscles tensing.
Hayoon gave a crisp bow.
“Hai!!”
Her first attack was fluid like water. She launched a back kick, a perfect extension of her leg, sending the senior stumbling backward. The sound of impact echoed against the walls.
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