38
Fight Like a Shark
Run-fu
The first rule of fighting: don’t.
Jay was winded, and his ribs hurt as Char Siu’s foot crashed into the same spot for the twelfth time.
I’m never going to get that block right—was it slide, shift, turn, send back the energy, or was it turn, shift, slide back? Jay wondered, doubled over and holding his side. If I can’t get it right in Uncle Kahana’s apartment today, no way I’m getting it right tomorrow in the water at the beach.
“No love taps, Char Siu!” Uncle Kahana barked. “Full speed! Again!”
I can’t breathe, but Uncle Kahana wants more.
If Char Siu hits me any harder, I’m gonna cry; I don’t care who sees.
This hurts!
While Uncle Kahana had never been cheery when they trained, now there was a grimness to everything he did. He was much more intense,
