The dojo was dead silent. This man was proclaimed invincible in which twenty nine Sensei can attest to. What's more bizarre is the sight that was displayed before the onlookers. This fair beauty dressed in a beautiful kimono, hair tied in red ribbons was the one that dethroned this invincible king. You can hardly blame anyone for questioning the very existence of this moment.
As all this played into the minds of everyone watching Matt finally got to his feet. There was a snicker as he slowly turned with retaliation in mind but just as he spotted the culprits' identity he stopped dead.
Throughout the last five years of his tenure he has never been knocked down. It was a simple task to be honest due to one important aspect which was male pride. The elder men always had that ongoing thought that they could always overpower him with strength. In actuality very few that could compete but all it took was a little taunting and the fight was his. Even if someone was smart enough to use their speed though it still wasn't fast enough and Matt eventually dismissed the thought that there was any equal to him until today.
At the time he could hear the footsteps of someone approaching behind him and was ready to block the perpetrator. Just as he was about to raise his arm he felt a sharp pain, his knees buckled and soon he was looking up at the ceiling.
Matt finally shifted his mind back to reality and faced this woman and looked her deep in the eyes ready to speak but opted to head towards the door instead. As the young man opened the door slightly with his back turned to the still very stunned onlookers he spoke.
"Two months from now I'll back and we can have a scheduled fight since it seems to me that I thought the wrong person, If you don't want me to take your crest I'd suggest you train properly woman, Oh and by the way I'll think of how you'll apologize to me later." Matt then opened the door and walked out leaving the dojo in frenzy.
"Did he just openly challenge Mr. Hashimoto's daughter? Does he have no decency as a man?"
"He's a foreigner he doesn't know better than to think that a proper woman would agree." Just then Emiko's uncle who has been at the dojo for many years shook his head at their naive remarks before he spoke.
"This lady you speak of five years ago would be top of this class and run the floor with all of you, I don't even doubt even now after the rust that has settled in that she could still kick your asses."
With that he left the young men in shock and helped carry his sensei to the waiting ambulance. As he passed by Emiko and looked into her eyes he smiled and thought to himself. "There is the niece that I know and love." In Emiko's eyes he saw the same fight she had before her mother's death. He would have to thank this idiotic man for adding the spark back to this dojo and for also waking up this girl to act as who she really was.
Meanwhile after a week Emiko was now sitting next to her father who was lying in bed home. Emiko was distraught, all she could think about was how good it felt to move her leg and kick that egotistic man in the back of the head. She wanted to feel sad for her father and also remorse to the man she kicked like a 'proper' lady should but she couldn't. She could only think about wearing that robe again, training again, and teaching that man that this woman apologized to no one.Just then Emiko's father awoke and spoke to her a little groggy.
"Em..ik..ko what you choose to do is always the right answer, If you want to fight then fight and if you don't I'll still love you no matter what happens to the dojo."
Emiko just looked at her father lying there and tears started forming. She didn't want to disappoint her father but she would be going against what she had to do. Just then Emiko heard knocking and watched as her uncle entered the room.
"Hello uncle." He was a longtime friend as well as family member of the Hashimoto family and loved all them very much.
Just then her uncle pulled out an old scrapbook dusted and dirty and opened it to certain spot. As he showed it to Emiko she noticed the woman in the photos very well wearing a robe posing with her uncle and father she was in shock. It was her mother! As Emiko looked at the picture she had nothing to say. She had never known and it was almost too much to take in until she felt her uncle's hand on her shoulder.
"She was a scrappy one when I first met her." he started to laugh. He gained is composure and continued his long gray hair falling back into place.
"Your mother was actually your father's first disciple in this dojo, She repeatedly tried to persuade him but to no avail, I believe your father told her act like a "proper" woman at some point." He then grinned at Emiko who in return smirked back remembering her earlier remarks to her father. Her uncle then started to look at the pictures before continuing the conversation.
