Master Kim, and a new brand of martial arts

This time, you enter the dojo and find a class already in session. However, things are very different from when you visited her old dojo. All of the students are female. No more big, muscular men who had you distracted and drooli- No more men. Just girls, and not very strong or athletic-looking ones, either. But they are all busty. Every single one of them. What’s in the water here in Saffron!? Aside from being top-heavy, they all look like they’d hit the floor after a single punch. All of them except the towering Master Kim. Speaking of her…

Master Kim is the only one wearing a gi. Oh, actually, Charlotte is too. They stick out like sore thumbs amidst the other girls, who are all wearing yoga pants and tank tops. The tops are incredibly ill-fitting, with straps so long that there’s ample cleavage and sideboob on display. And, if their pants were any tighter, they’d probably start to rip. They’re all still practicing martial arts, but, just like when you observed Charlotte, there’s no oomph behind any of it. They’re all just going through the motions. And it doesn’t seem like it’s only because of their poorly-chosen outfits…

After about a minute, Master Kim notices you. “Emilia? Well, I didn’t expect to see you. Take five, ladies.” Was that a smile you just saw on her face? Nah, you’re just seeing things. Master Kim casually walks over to you, which is new, considering there was absolutely nothing casual about her last time.

“Emilia. I see you’ve managed to avoid getting fucked into lifelong submission since the last time I saw you. I have no idea how, considering you were entirely incapable of fighting or fleeing from an attacker during your last visit. Still, I suppose congratulations are in order.”

“Well, I can be pretty resourceful when I need to,” you brag, leaving out exactly how many times your adventure almost ended exactly how she said.

“BUT YOU ARE STILL INCREDIBLY WEAK!”

Rude! “B-But so are all your students! You used to teach a bunch of strong, muscular hunks! I-I mean men! And your dojo was bigger and nicer! What happened?”

“That is… a difficult topic to discuss,” Master Kim says, uncharacteristically breaking eye contact.

You tilt your head, and she relents enough to give you an explanation.

“I am… licking my wounds at the moment. My old students got the bright idea that I was too weak to teach them, and that my star pupil should be running the dojo instead. After several confrontations, I must admit… I’ve been neglecting my own training. Soon I will defeat my old pupil and retake the dojo that is rightfully mine, but in the meantime, I am running this dojo. I’m teaching the young girls of Saffron how to fight off ill-meaning attackers. A topic that I’ve become rather familiar with, unfortunately…”

“But why are none of the girls wearing gis except Charlotte? Instead everyone’s wearing tank tops and yoga pants.”

“ENOUGH! I have no desire to speak of this topic any longer. What about you? Where have your adventures taken you and your Mankey?”

“Yes. I want to hear what Mr. Mangles has been doing,” echoes Charlotte, suddenly joining the conversation from out of nowhere.