"Hah-! Hah-!"
Korra braced both hands on her knees, panting heavily, utterly exhausted.
After catching her breath a little, she asked Kahn incredulously:
"How are you so good at dodging?!"
Although this was supposed to be a sparring match, for some reason, Kahn had grown increasingly halfhearted as it went on. He had even started spacing out, his mind clearly elsewhere.
To Korra, who was fighting him, this was an enormous insult, so she attacked even harder, hoping to seize this chance to teach Kahn a lesson.
But it didn't do a damn thing.
Even with his mind elsewhere and his soul wandering beyond the heavens, Kahn still dodged every one of her attacks with ease. No matter what Bending she used or what attacks she unleashed, she couldn't even brush the hem of his clothes.
After a round of high-intensity attacks, Kahn still looked deep in thought, while she had exhausted herself half to death.
Was he even human?!
Kahn, however, didn't answer Korra's question, because just as she had seen, he really was deep in thought.
Most of the time, as long as the situation wasn't particularly dire, he wore a smile.
But this time, as he sparred with Korra, his smile had gradually vanished, and eventually he had even begun to question himself.
Was he too strong, or was Korra too weak?
Although he had never expected the current Korra to be able to contend with him, he had never imagined her abilities would be this abysmal, either.
And so he couldn't help sinking into thought:
Why was Korra so weak?
First, there was her Bending.
Aside from Airbending, which she had yet to master, Korra had practiced the other three forms of Bending since childhood. By all rights, she should have had a pretty good grasp