Akira strode into the old building that housed Pacific Jujitsu Academy. She bowed at the door, went to the back, changed into her gi, the martial art uniform, and donned her black belt. It made her feel special and wonderful. She took a deep breath and met three other black belts. They chatted casually, class started, and Akira taught a middle rank class of students in the one-room school.
One bigger student, who always had an issue with women, tried to bully her. He didn’t go along with what she was showing and resisted her efforts to throw him. He was out of line.
She whispered to him, “You’re being an ass. Go along with what I’m showing.”
He sneered. “Okay, Akira.”
She grabbed his lapel, pulled him close, and spun her body so her back was to him. She squatted and stood suddenly, lif
