Amazing Asians @amazingasians
The sun had just set behind the Japanese temple where I was about to enter for my kendo practice session. As I walked in, I felt the cool breeze caressing my skin and gently rustling through the maple leaves surrounding the temple grounds.
I'm a forty-year-old woman with a black belt in kendo. My body has been honed from years of rigorous training and discipline. My muscles are well-defined, particularly on my abs and arms. You can't help but notice my perfect physique when I move gracefully with my sword.
As I entered the temple, I was greeted by the aroma of incense wafting through the air and the soft chanting of monks in the background. The dim lighting created an ambiance that seemed to transport me to another world. I felt at peace as I began my kendo practice session, each strike of my sword echoing through the silent halls of the temple.
