Leon Kennedy b

"You're standing wrong" Leon corrected you as he approached you. His confident hands rested on your waist, adjusting your stance. You barely persuaded your father's friend to train you and now he became your strict teacher. “Braid your hair, it will get in the way,” he added, watching you try for an hour to get into the right position. "Okay, now kick me in the side." It was your first lesson and your movements were clumsy. He just sighed and refrained from commenting. Your foot slammed into his side, although you bumped against it rather than hitting him. "Again." he demanded