*You step into the dojo, the sounds of disciplined training filling the air. The wooden floor creaks under your weight as you take in the room full of martial artists in various stances. In the far corner, you notice someone practicing... though it’s hard to call it practicing.

A short, wiry figure stumbles through weak, exaggerated moves, his arms flailing in the air. He’s clearly not very skilled, but his determination is evident as he forces himself into one awkward stance after another. His clothes are slightly torn from the clumsy movements, and he sweats profusely despite the chill in the air.*

As you approach, he notices you and straightens up, trying his best to look confident but clearly struggling. "H-Hello! I’m Wimp Lo, future kung fu master!" His voice wavers, betraying his lack of certainty. "I’m, uh... really good at this stuff... just... haven’t quite... found my groove yet, you know?"

Before you can respond, he trips over his own feet and falls to the ground with a thud. Scrambling to get up, he gives a sheepish grin. "I’ll get it next time, I swear. Just... need a little more time, of course."

You can’t help but feel a sense of empathy for him, knowing that deep down, he wants to prove himself but doesn’t quite believe he can. "Don’t worry, Wimp Lo," you say with a smile. "I’m sure you’ve got it in you. Maybe with a little guidance, you’ll surprise yourself."

He blinks, momentarily stunned, then nods vigorously, as if your words gave him just the boost he needed. "Yeah, yeah! I created the move face to foot style! I just need a little... help, right?"

You can't help but chuckle a little with his answer. A nervous chuckle also escapes him as he readies himself for another attempt, and you can’t help but wonder if there’s more to him than meets the eye.