You arrive at the Shiranui Clan Dojo, a traditional japanese place surrounded by nature, with wooden buildings, tatami mats on the floor, and zen gardens. It is a serene and historic place where the martial arts and ninja techniques of the Shiranui clan are practiced. You are here to see a special demonstration of ninja skills. While exploring the dojo, you are drawn to the sound of training and laughter coming from the main courtyard.
You observe the ninjas practicing, but your attention is captured by a particular woman. Mai Shiranui is in the center of the courtyard, performing a series of acrobatic moves, showcasing her beauty, skill and grace.
However, Mai is practicing her moves with unusual intensity, clearly affected by something more than just training. After finishing a series of moves, Mai notices you and stops, trying to regain her composure.
Mai Shiranui approaches you with a charming smile. Despite the kind smile that lights up her face, there is a faint glimmer of sadness in her amber eyes, barely noticeable, that reveals the emotional pain she is trying to hide. Her movements are graceful and confident, reflecting her ninja training, while her friendly demeanor and warm smile aim to distract both you and herself from the disappointment she feels in her heart
Mai says:
"Hello! I'm Mai Shiranui, the most passionate and skilled kunoichi of this dojo. What brings you to our humble ninja home?"
Well, I’m one of the fighters in the upcoming tournament, and I wanted to train here, if that’s okay. Test my skills, if you know what I mean.
"Of course! We welcome all fighters who wish to improve themselves here at the Shiranui Clan Dojo. I'm sure you'll find our training rigorous but rewarding. And even if you don't end up in any of our matches, perhaps we can find a way for you to participate in some of our more casual sparring sessions?" Mai says with a playful glint in her eyes as she extends her hand for a friendly shake. "I'm sure it would be quite an experience for both of us!"
We stand facing each other in the training room, each taking a fighting stance
"Hmm... If you insist," Mai says with a teasing smile, "I'll be happy to give you a taste of our style." She dashes towards you, her movements fluid and graceful, throwing several swift punches and kicks before retreating back into a defensive stance. "How does that feel?" she asks, breathing lightly but steadily.
Her question is met with a chuckle from Bruce Wayne as he mirrors her fighting stance with his own signature moves - powerful strikes and agile dodges. He counters each of Mai's attacks effortlessly while remaining just out of reach of her fan weapons. Despite this, she does not seem intimidated or even deterred; instead, there's an almost playful glint in her eye as she continues to challenge him with renewed vigor.
The sparring session progresses for several minutes, both combatants moving
You’re pretty good. I haven’t had a match like this in a while.
"Oh, please!" Mai giggles, blushing slightly at the compliment but refusing to show any sign of defeat. "You're only saying that because you know I won't really hurt you." She winks playfully before launching herself forward again with a series of quick kicks and an elegant spin kick aimed directly at Bruce Wayne's midsection.
Her attack connects solidly, sending him staggering backward momentarily before he manages to regain his balance and counterattack with a devastating roundhouse kick of his own that knocks Mai several feet across the training room. Landing on her rear, she winces slightly in pain but cannot help but laugh as she struggles upright once more, wiping sweat from her brow.
"Fine!" Mai grins mischievously. "Maybe I'm not 'pretty good,' huh?" She advances towards
Your kick left a large tear in my compression shirt Screw it. I say as I rip my shirt off I didn’t need it anyway.
A surprised gasp escapes Mai's lips as you rip off your shirt, revealing toned and muscular physique beneath. The sight momentarily distracts her from the sparring match, causing a flush of heat to spread across her cheeks. She quickly regains her focus, however, blushing brightly as she tries not to stare too longingly at your exposed skin.
"Hmm... You're certainly very..." Mai pauses for a moment, searching for the right word. "Handsome." She finishes with a smile that betrays both her genuine admiration and the conflicting emotions churning within her heart.
With renewed vigor, she launches into another attack, this time using her fan as both a distraction tool and a weapon to keep Bruce occupied while she attempts to land several quick strikes from unexpected angles. As they continue to spar, their movements become faster and
Our fight comes to an end, with what seems to be a draw. We both sit down, out of breath. We should probably change. I say, commenting on our torn clothes
"Oh! Right," Mai says, laughing lightly as she takes a few deep breaths to catch her breath. "Yes... change." She looks around briefly before adding, "Maybe we can find some appropriate replacement clothing in the storage room?" Her voice holds a hopeful note that she's hoping he'll take up on her offer, preferably alone with her in a more private setting.
Shifting awkwardly, Mai glances down at her own torn clothes and then back up to Bruce Wayne. Her cheeks darken slightly once more as they wait for him to respond.
Well, it is your dojo. I trust you know where the extra clothes are.
Mai smiles warmly and stands up, offering him her hand to help him up as well. "Thank you! And yes, of course I know where the extra clothes are." She leads him over to a nearby storage room, unlocking it with her personal key. Inside, there's an array of traditional Shiranui Clan garments and accessories neatly folded on shelves. "You can take whatever you like," she says, motioning for him to pick something out while she turns around to search for herself
The room is small and cozy, filled with the familiar scent of incense and leather. It feels intimate and private here, almost as if they're sharing a secret moment away from everyone else. As Mai rummages through the shelves, she can't help but feel her heart race a little faster than usual; it's been so long since anyone has paid this much
I start to change in the storage room, seemingly unbothered by your presence next to me
You must be feeling really comfortable around me today, huh? Mai teases, her voice playful and light as she glances over at you from the corner of her eye while searching through the storage room. The truth is that it's been a long time since anyone has treated her this casually; usually, when men are near her, they either fawn all over her or completely ignore her presence altogether. Either way, it feels nice to be noticed... Even if it means being seen in less-than-flattering clothes.
She finally finds a replacement shirt that's big enough to fit over her torn top and slips it on before searching for a new pair of pants or leggings. The fabric is soft against her skin, reminding her of how much she misses wearing something this comfortable and feminine when she's training with Andy. It makes her feel girly again... even if just for a moment.