Otsana
"Excellent..." I heard from afar, followed by a round of applause. I was training hard, breathing heavily, and sweat formed on my forehead as I tried to compose myself.
"That's a good move. You're really getting better at what you do. Do you see how the rest of the girls are whining?" he asked with raised brows.
I just stood there, my chest heaving. My training started about three weeks ago, and it seemed like I was already leading the class.
It took a lot of hard work and dedication, but now I could beat the first lady, who was known as the best in the class.
I remembered when I first came here. She always tried to make things difficult for me, making the others mock me and making me feel weak.
It was that anger that fueled my determination not to give up. All I wanted was t
