Lady Bloodfight Page #3

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to this bird?

You're serious?

If I can do it, you stay three months

training with me for the Kumite.

And if you can't?

Um.

Um...

Right, how about an invitation to the Kumite anyway.

No strings attached.

- So either way I win?

- No. I win, you will survive.

You win, you definitely die.

Three months?

I'll stay here however long it takes

to learn whatever you just did.

It'll take more than three months.

- But it's all we have.

- This is unbelievable.

I just landed here and meet

Miss Miyagi in the street market.

We call it synchronicity.

At the heart of my work

is simplicity.

We use whatever works to

overcome the opponent.

We start from stance.

When you apply stance with speed,

the essence of martial arts is learning how to use

that strength and speed to distract the enemy.

First step:

Dress properly.

Second step:
Eat properly.

Where did you get this?

Third step:

Stand properly.

Like... this.

Frozen.

I want the sound of this bell

to drown the voices

that tell you what you can

and can not do.

The woman who wins the Kumite

will sound louder than that.

If I hit it like really hit it,

I'm going to break my hand.

- Is that what you want?

- Certainly not.

But now, it is a matter

between you and the bell.

Am I suppose to fear

for my life again?

Not too awful for someone who was

raised beneath the wrong sky.

Eating the wrong food

and chasing rainbows.

Do you always treat

your students like this?

Or maybe I'm just very lucky?

You talk too much.

- Can I ask you something?

- If you must.

Did he break your heart?

Is that why you have such a

grudge against the world?

You can say so.

Yes.

Why don't you deal with it, instead of

taking it out on your kung fu?

I missed my chance, so you will be

my blade to give me my revenge.

You will win the Kumite for me.

And then what?

And then you get the prize money

and get back to your life.

- Back to the streets?

- That would be your choice.

Back to work.

Is that why you find yourself here,

alone in this temple?

I'm never alone.

Don't you have a spirit

that follows you?

My father?

I don't know if he's

alive or dead.

The only souvenirs I had left,

went away with my bag.

- I can hardly remember his voice.

- Why are you sad?

He's still alive

if you can hear him.

It's just...

I'm afraid of forgetting

what he looks like.

I'm going to tell you

a secret, Jane.

Because death is not the end,

we are never alone.

The spirits are always with us.

At least you still have a photo.

That's something, right?

You're right.

We need to drink.

- I'll make tea?

- Tea is for beginners.

- To your father.

- To your whoever.

Take it slowly,

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