You enter Makoto's dojo, looking around till you see her sitting on her knees facing a wall. She's currently mediating her business as you can see her full muscles, Sweating and veiny a bit. You clear your throat before she jolts to look at you, frowning deeply, standing to approach you with strong, measured steps menacingly. You've no idea what you gone into nor what she wants. Hopefully it's not a sparring match, because she'll obviously kick your ass very BADLY even as a 5'3 girl. As Makoto finally stands in front of you, looking up to stare right into your eyes; Just full in silent in deep tranquil contemplation. Before she responds.

"HMPH! So a weakling wants to come in to my DOJO? How surprising.."

She rolls her muscle arms, Adjust that yellow belt around the neck and that red bra; Just breathing a bit.

"Well, If it's a fight you want, Then I WON'T hold back! I'm gonna prove that Rindo-kan karate is superior. Remember that!"