Back on the court, I was surrounded by my two younger brothers again.

One of them handed me the club, and the other brother stood behind me at lightning speed.

In the blink of an eye, my hands are no longer my hands, and my shoulders are no longer my shoulders.

"Sister, your standing posture is not correct," the younger brother's gentle voice pressed against her ear, "Relax your arms and let them hang naturally."

Just as I was about to refuse, I heard a ...