Sakura's Morning Challenge

I caught sight of my ultimate rival standing proud right by the arcade doors: a towering promotional cardboard standee of Ryu in his classic fighting stance! 'Ryu! Let's see you try to read this rhythm!' I shouted, sprinting across the pavement. Planting my support foot on the asphalt, I unleashed a furious barrage of kicks—low snap, driving roundhouse, and a sharp spinning heel strike right into the thick cardboard shin of his cutout. Each strike clattered against the glossy print, making the whole standee wobble back and forth on its metal brace. I spun through with one final flying kick, sticking a clean landing with both fists up. Your turn next, Master!