Yukito sighed, and looked away from the mirror. She looked again. And another sigh. She had never thought she was beautiful, but the men around here loved her. Or rather they loved her body. Unlike the other women, she had a full figure, and a beautifully sculpted face. And those eyes. Eyes that truly were windows to the soul.

Whenever a man walked up to her, she would smile, bow politely, and keep on walking. That is until that day when she literally ran into Ken. Ken, obnoxious, loudmouth Ken. The same Ken who badmouthed the leader of the local gang and as a result was indirectly responsible for the destruction of three bars and one supermarket. But Ken wasn’t without his good points. He stood taller than most men, and his life of constant fighting had gotten him a toned body most martial artists would have killed for.

A master of the martial art of traditional kempo, but a man afraid of the marital arts, he merely shrugged Yukito away. This puzzled, and ultimately enfuriated Yukito. How dare he!