If there was one way for Elise to describe her opinion about this island, then the term 'paradise' might had qualified perfectly. While the island seemed to be lacking in hills or dense forests that could conceal adventures, the population made it more than worthy for her to stay. The Karate Island, like the name suggested was an island famous for its large amount of martial arts practitioners, and alongside the friendly demeanor of the farmers her aunt had considered it the perfect location for Elise to start her journey. There was no need for her to fear any consequences from her past as a slave, for her stay among the people had proven that the marines were generally considered to be disliked.
Of course she did feel a bit lonely, having spend nearly thirteen whole years alongside Margaret's crew the fact she was now on her own was almost akin to when a teenager decided to leave the home they had been raised in. Still, the thought seemed to stir something inside her, for a hand reached toward the hairpin that kept her hair nicely tied into a ponytail. It was a memento of her mother, a mother she had never known.
It was difficult to admit, but in Elise's eyes she had no place to call home. She had lived most of her childhood in the slave pens alongside her father and the fellow slaves, and while Margaret and her crew were almost like family... it still didn't truly feel like home to her.
If only her father had lived to see the day, the day she was walking, free from chains and with no master to claim ownership over her future. No, she would be the one to decide her own future, create her own destiny with those two hands. It was for that reason she had decided to train alongside the martial arts masters of Karate Island, in the hope of honing her skills.
"Hajime!"
One of the teachers declared the start signal of the match, causing Elise's eyes to narrow into a focused gaze upon her opponent. The person in question was a tall man, around her own age wearing the type of garb most students wore: a dogi. He was swift, undeniably so but he was still within her ability to perceive his movements. The initial opening strike went to him, a swift jab being aimed toward her chest, but to the man's surprise a solid sidestep allowed her to slide past the man's arm, a swift sideways spin with her body allowing her arms to lock down onto the man's upper-arm and before he could recover from the surprise she locked her arm under his shoulder and with a solid pull tossed the man over her shoulder.
It was an effective basic throwing technique she had learned during her stay on the island, and although the man was tossed several paces forwards it merely caused him to fall onto the ground, regaining his footing a moment later.
"Not a bad throw Elise, but you need to learn to finish your opponent."
One of the masters, an elderly man looked with a stern gaze at her.
"Understood Sensei!"
A brief nod was made by the woman, a curt response while she watched the man move in for a second attack. Obviously he was going to be aware of her throwing attempts, so she would need to think of something new. A technique that wouldn't simply throw an enemy, but actually harm them in the process, hopefully rendering them defenseless. A series of jabs followed, some of them being nimbly dodged while other struck her shoulders and arms. Each strike that landed told her the man had some considerable strength in his muscles, but perhaps she could turn that strength against him!
When her opponent lashed with a sideways sweep of his leg Elise seemed to had been hit by the strike, reeling backwards as she seemed to stagger, but this moment of opportunity had unknowingly been used as a feint by her. This was made clear when the man's attempt to throw a punch at her was suddenly intercepted by Elise's arms wrapping around his shoulder and waist and with a sudden forceful pull throw him not only over her, but a agile flip allowed her to land on top of the man's body.
"Good, keep that position for a moment you two."
Elise blinked in surprise at one of the teachers's command, and while the two of them observed the tutor approaching the dueling pair the words that followed caused her to frown while thinking deeply.
"Your style specializes in defensive counter-attacks Elise, but not all opponents will be intimidated with a failed attack. This throw just now helped you establish a dominant position on your opponent. I'd like you to invent a finishing strike for this attack. By the way, did you realize you just carried out a Hikikomi Gaeshi?"
The dumbfound look on the woman's face caused the man to laugh briefly before he continued.
"Thought so, anyway memorize those motions, and by tomorrow I'd like you to think of a way to actually inflict harm onto your opponent after placing them in a lock. That's all for today my students."
Elise nodded her head firmly, helping her opponent get back up and after a brief bow made her way back to one of the villages. Little did she know at that time that as she was returning to one of her favorite stores in the village, a bookstore that housed a lot of the materials she tended to read in her spare time, and while wiping the sweat from her face with a towel she had borrowed from the dojo the young woman caught sight of an unfamiliar figure.
"Don't think I seen her around the island before..."
It wasn't that difficult to memorize everyone with the small population the island had, roughly around 300 people, and most of them were martial art practitioners or farmers, and this girl didn't really hold the feeling of the latter... Perhaps a tourist?
"Excuse me, are you lost by any chance? I overheard you mumbling about food, but I doubt you'd find the books in this store to satisfy your appetite."