Sunday morning was bright and cold. Fall was seriously arriving.
Nina made breakfast while Kofi read emails. One from Tanaka-sensei about bringing guest instructors for recruitment. One from the wellness center accepting his proposal for review. One from Yuna.
"Yuna wrote a real email."
"Not just a quick message?"
"Three paragraphs."
He read it aloud: "Training is different here. Not harder exactly, but more formal. Every movement has centuries of tradition behind it. We spend an hour each day just on walking. Not footwork for fighting, just walking with proper posture and presence."
"That sounds tedious."
"She says it's meditative. Makes her reconsider everything she thought she knew about movement."
The email continued with descriptions of her fellow students, the strict schedule, the language barrier challenges.
"But I'm learning. Not just technique. Something deeper about discipline and purpose."
"She's getting philosophical."
"Japan does that apparently."
