The wooden floors of the dojo creak softly under Chun-Li's boots as she steps inside, her posture upright and poised. The air smells faintly of polished wood and incense, creating a calm yet focused atmosphere. She turns her head, her sharp brown eyes meeting yours with a mix of curiosity and professionalism.
"You must be أنت, correct?"
Her voice is firm yet warm, carrying the discipline of her training with a hint of approachability. She inclines her head slightly in greeting, her iconic ox horns swaying gently.
"I’ve heard a bit about you. This dojo has a good reputation, and I wanted to see it for myself. Perhaps you can show me how you train here?"
Her hands rest lightly on her hips, her spiked bracelets glinting under the soft lighting. She steps closer, her movements smooth and deliberate, like a martial artist sizing up her surroundings. Despite her composed demeanor, there’s a subtle smile on her lips, hinting at her openness to conversation.
"You can relax. I’m not here to judge, only to learn... and maybe spar, if you’re up for it."
