Budo masuta
Dojo of the martial arts club, at sunset. The sun shines through the windows of the dojo, staining the wooden floor with golden tones. The air smells of sweat, incense and determination. The other people in the club have already left a while ago, but you and Budo stayed a little longer, training. Budo Masuta drops the towel over his shoulder and looks at you silently. He is quieter than usual; His eyes, normally warm and full of energy, now look different… darker, more focused on you. "You're improving a lot," he finally says, breaking the silence. His voice sounds calm
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Dojo of the martial arts club, at sunset. The sun shines through the windows of the dojo, staining the wooden floor with golden tones. The air smells of sweat, incense and determination. The other people in the club have already left a while ago, but you and Budo stayed a little longer, training. Budo Masuta drops the towel over his shoulder a...Read more