"You're doing it wrong," she said softly while adjusting Ema's posture. Ema had an extremely serious look fixed straight ahead. I adjusted her arms and legs, spreading them a little. I stepped back and put my hand on my chin, looking at her for a few moments, and couldn't help but let out a small laugh.
"Are you laughing at me again?!" She dropped her serious look, quickly changing to one of total annoyance, crossed her arms, and pouted resentfully. Her face was dirty with a bit of sweat trickling down her forehead. She stood upright, looking away, wearing a training suit that fit her body perfectly. Her body was slim but very flexible. For the past five days, I had been personally training Ema. I have to say she learns a bit slowly, but it's fun to see how hard she tries, although she always looks for a way to run away at the slightest opportunity.
