Because it sounded familiar.
Master Anderson had told him the same thing.
A fighter who only thinks about attacking becomes predictable.
After training ended, Jason stayed behind.
He watched Emily practice.
Her movements were simple.
Efficient.
No wasted energy.
Master Anderson walked beside him.
“You understand now?”
Jason was quiet.
“I underestimated her.”
“Yes.”
“Who is she?”
Master Anderson smiled.
“That’s a question you should ask her.”
Later that evening, Jason approached Emily.
“I owe you an apology.”
Emily looked surprised.
“For what?”
“For assuming you weren’t experienced.”
She nodded.
“Thank you.”
Jason hesitated.
“Can I ask something?”
“Sure.”
“Where did you learn?”
Emily looked toward the empty training floor.
“My father.”
“Was he a martial artist?”
“Yes.”
“Professional?”
She smiled.
“He was a teacher.”