As soon as class started, I was … shocked. I had no idea someone could be that bad at kickboxing. So bad. Adorably bad. Since we were kids, Emi always worked harder, studied more, and did whatever it took to be successful. I don’t think she ever attempted anything she might fail at. But man was she failing at this. She bounced around, with both arms flailing, her legs kicking out in every direction. She looked like a misdirected pinwheel. A Ferris wheel out of control.
