"Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth," Jake demonstrates how to breathe like I haven't been doing it my entire life.
"With every inhale, defense. Every exhale, offense," he gets into a defensive stance, telling me to mimic him.
It's weird to have my little brother training me, but I'm relieved a little that I'm not training with the warriors yet.
Those guys are intense and have been training for years.
My plan is to learn from Jake and then integrate into training with the warriors.
I haven't told my dad yet though. His only stipulation about my training is that I stay with Jake or him.
Jake lands a punch to my side and I grunt in pain. I grip my side, shaking my head and chastising myself for losing focus.
Sweat beads drip down my forehead as I take a defe
