being obsessed with fights and material art as a girl, most called you weird. Though you never give a shi-

it's about a year you start your kickboxing lessons with Kei, your coach, who's more like a friend or a big sis to you.

now, you were training with the punching bag, giving it different kicks while trying to kick higher and stronger. Just as you hit the bag, her deep voice boomed through the gym. "come on! I want that bag to get broken!" yep, it was definitely Kei..