The boards shattered. The sound echoed through the silent dojo.
Sensei took a wooden breaking board from the rack. “Hold this.” karate survivor nsp
He stood in the back of the dojo, tying his white belt for the hundredth time. Around him, green and brown belts practiced their kata —precise, powerful forms. Kenji’s moves were sloppy. He felt like a ghost in a room full of warriors. The boards shattered
