'Dojo no shitsuke', meaning 'discipline of the dojo', is a journal/ diary where I write my life as an marital arts practitioner, about my experiences, thoughts, etc. I'll cover over how my karate life (annoying af) goes on and on, but how desperate...
By this point, ig we all were yellow or orange belt... Which is 2/3 level...
I was so f*cking scared when we were giving our first exam (yellow), and trust me, I was sweating and shivering sh*tless...
I was like IM FAILING THEIR AINT NO POSSSIBLE WAY I'M GETTING THROUGH THIS STUFF
and I passed. Wow.
Andy wouldn't stop b*tching about me, I was still not too much into karate. I would always wait impatiently till the time was over. I would lose in fights. I would get scolded.
But, sometimes, I used to win, not by some miracle, but my strength.
And that would set off these three boys out of their minds. They couldn't accept it.
They kept trying to thrash me around, and I was a little bitch not caring on bit about my self respect.
Cause I was scared of them.
Yes, these three had a lot of power among the society kids and teens. They were quite cool... And I wouldn't disagree. But they would have the peak of arrogance in them.
I used to talk with the two girls quite a lot, and they would pretty much agree.
If any of y'all do martial arts, you might be knowing that while fighting it's pretty common to hit eachother on their "sensitive" parts accidentally, right?
Well, I used to end up doing that A LOT cause they type of kick that I usually did was just a plain swing, and it would accidentally hit the boys "that" part... 😶
And I swear, I never did it on purpose.
I mhad started winning, not by hitting their "ahem", but I had improved a little bit overall.... I would always apologise, but they didn't quite care... And...
They got frustrated/ jealous by my sudden wins, and took things to another level....
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