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Bella

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"Six"

Punch

"Seven"

Punch

"Come on! Swan breath through your nose!"

"Eight! Riley! Stop pretending and start working!"

"Nine!"

"Ten!"

"KIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIII" We all screamed together.

After almost two hours of hard training I was a panting mess, but I felt literally on fire. I sat down heavily in the hard wood floor like the rest of my classmates. Some were chugging down water like they just went through the Sahara and some were playing death on the floor.

We were really worn out, the class was incredibly hard, exhausting and amazing.

Liberating.

My muscles were tense and sore, but I was contempt with it. If it doesn't hurt, doesn't work I thought to myself.

That was my favorite phrase. Grandpa Liam used to recite it to me when I just started practicing Karate, at the age of eight. He was my first teacher, my Sensei.

Grandpa taught me everything he knew and I was his most dedicated student. He had faith in me, he was hopeful that someday I would be teaching and transferring all his knowledge to other people.

Unfortunately, he didn't get to see that. He passed away when I was fourteen, a day later after I received my black belt. I liked to think he stayed just to see me reaching the top.

Little did he know that today ten years later after his death, I would be still stuck where he left me.

"Stand up everybody and choose a partner!" Sensei Newton ordered.

We all paired with the closets person to our side.

"Swan!" Mike yelled. "With her" He pointed to Jessica.

Uhggg why HER?

She hates me.

No, seriously, she literally hates me.

Let me tell you, when you're practicing Karate, you don't punch anybody, hell it's probably the first thing they teach you. But Jessica here, was having troubles with that concept, since every time we fight together, she would find a chance to really hit me in the face. I always went home with a red (if not bleeding) nose after a day with her….

Mike never saw anything, of course, why would perfect sluty Jessica have a beef with me?.

It was always just "Oops, sorry, I didn't see you there". And get away with it.

He was definitely fucking her.

I on the other hand, never reacted to her. Is not that I wasn't begging for a chance to hit his pretty little fucking face till she landed on Dr. 90210's patient list…You know, that fancy plastic surgery doctor?. No, wasn't allowed to react to her. It was a rule. We don't promote violence, it's against our believing.

I ran toward Jessica.

Face to face.

" Oss" I bowed to saluted her.

"Oss" she mimicked

"Start"

I forgot about the room and moved forward with my guard up.

My glare never leaving hers, as I allowed my instincts to check on her hands, her feets, her pacing, her breathing, her every move.

I lived for this.

The adrenaline rush cursing trough me was refreshing.

I was alert and aware of everything.

She was moving a lot, trying to get to me but I blocked her with my hands every time.

Jessica was bigger, with a strong built but that played against her whenever I was her opponent, I was small, lean and faster.

I got her in the stomach, barely touching her karategui* of course…

Nevertheless, she wailed like a drowned cat

Bitch, please.

"Stop" Mike said, and I went to stand straight again, never leaving my steady position.

"Are you okay Jessica?"

See? First name bases.

He's so fucking her.

"Swan" Mike reprimanded me. "Give me twenty"

Fuck!

I went down on my stomach to make twenty push ups.

I hated push ups…

Once I was done I got up ready to keep going, but Mike ended the class.

We formed a line and sat on our knees with eyes closed in meditation.

"Repeat Dojo Kun*" the Sensei asked.

"Seek perfection of character"

"Be faithful"

"Endeavor to excel"

"Respect others"

"Refrain from violent behavior"

We recited this rules together every time the class ended.

It was our way of living. Our philosophy.

Well, at least for me…

I unconsciously guided myself to the ladies room, god knows I wanted a way out of this stinky outfit.

I took off my belt first and placed it in my backpack.

Standing only in my panties and sport's bra my skin shivered in contact with the fresh air. It felt so good.

I dressed in my black sweat pants and my favorite cotton t-shirt with the symbol of the tiger blazoned in the back.

I was washing my face with cold water when I heard the door of the bathroom open.

When I reached for a towel Jessica was standing right behind me.

"What you did today was so not cool Swan" She bitched.

I chuckled.

The nerve of the bitch…

"And what you do every time we practice together is okay Jessica?" I asked cocking an eyebrow.

"Oh please, don't blame me for your lame defense you should be able to block me".

"I wouldn't have the necessity of blocking you if you wouldn't try so hard to fucking hit me" I was getting pissed.

"Stop being a baby"

"Stop being a bitch" Oops!

I could see her expression change in the mirror turning red.

"You think you're the big deal just because your pathetic Grandpa owned this place? He was probably the worst master in the history of karate and such an excuse for a professor!". She hissed in my face.

I saw red.

Never in my life would I have punched another person just because I was mad.

But I just reached my limit with this idiot.

I pushed her with full force till her back hit the wall with a loud thud.

I didn't stop myself there. I went to her with rage but I only had the chance to pop one in her nose as the door flew open and Mike was there.

"Get the hell away from her!" Mike pushed me to the other end of the bathroom.

He leaned down Jessica who was now sobbing in the floor.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly examining her face.

"I...I don't know what came over me…I'm really so-" I tried to elaborate but Mike cut me.

"Get out of here!" He yelled pointing to the door "You're banned from this Dojo forever!".

I stood there mouth gapping.

"Now!"

I reached for my backpack and bolted out of the bathroom.

I started running to my apartment but I stopped short. The realization of what I just did hit me so hard I had to lean against the wall. I let my body slide down slowly until I was crunched up by the sidewalk.

I was so ashamed of myself. I never broke the rules… and now I didn't have a place to practice. I just sent my dreams to get to the World Cup down the pipe in the heat of the moment.

I let her win.

That night I roamed the New York streets for hours, my feet leading me slowly to Central Park. I could feel the heat rising from the pavement after the rain.

It was dark but I didn't care, I knew it was a dangerous place to be in the nighttime, but my senses were alert as always, I wasn't afraid.

I was never afraid.

With a heavy heart, I sat in the nearest bench. The park was silent and almost desert, exept for the occasional person walking a dog.

I placed my face in my hands and finally let myself cry. I sobbed for almost ten minutes straight. I couldn't believe the events from this afternoon.

What would I do now? How was I supposed to enter to the USA Team for the Karate World Cup if I didn't have a Dojo to represent? If I didn't have a Sensei?. I was so screwed.

"Hey" A velvety voice startled me in the middle of my pity party. "Are you okay?" I lifted my head to the guy who was walking his dog earlier. He was standing right in front of me with a big black hoodie that didn't let me see his face clearly. He was very tall and lean.

The dog was trying to offer me some comfort by placing it's head in my lap. I chuckled as it's cold nose touched my hand.

"Athena! Stop it!" The guy ordered softly and tugged her leash a little.

"It's okay" my voice was hoarse from the crying. I lifted my hand to clean my drenching nose in a very unlady like manner. "I'm okay, thanks".

"Are you sure? That was quite the breakdown you had there." He asked, a concerned tone lacing his words.

"Yeah, just a bad day…" I shook my head and wiped my face with both hands.

"Don't worry it will all work out…umm…what ever it is, just don't give up." He offered.

"I know, it's just…it really hurts." I sighed defeated. I didn't even care I was airing my problems with a complete stranger.

"Well, sometimes…" He hesitated for a second patting the dog's head. "If it doesn't hurt, it doesn't work.".

My head snapped up to his now retreating form across the park. The dog walking by his side in a matching rhythm.

That was exactly what my grand father would have said.

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A/N:

Welcome to my story readers! *bows her head to all of you*.

I hope you guys are in for Senseiward. There will be a strong plot and of course lemons ;).

Now, just a few things to understand the karate talk. While I'm an expert on this kind of martial arts I'll try to keep it as simple and as understandable as I can. I'll leave a few videos for you if you want to see what Bella and Edward do. At the end of each chapter I will give the definition of the words you don't know that are in Japanese (there won't be many I promise, just the essentials to honor the art). But if you want to find information for yourself know that this martial art I'm writing about is called Karate-Do-Shotokan (there are many many other types of karate, but this is the one I practice.)

Karate dictionary:

Karate gi: it's the uniform you use for practice here's a pic

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Dojo: it's the place where the class of karate is held, it could be any space of a gym or a room, usually it has wooden floor and mirrors. This is a very important place in the life of the people who practice karate because it's sacred to us. Once inside of it, you have to leave your problems and thoughts outside, you enter with the mind in blank and prepared for practice, there are no distractions in the Dojo, it's you, your classmate and above all your Sensei.

Sensei: is the professor, the most powerful person in the Dojo, there's only one per Dojo. Once the class start you have to put yourself completely at his mercy to be taught. You trust in no one but him, you don't disrespect him ever, for he is the one who's willing to teach you the art of using your body as a weapon, and he trust that you would never ever use his teaching against anybody unless your life it's threatened.

See you next Saturday!