In a vibrant, beating street market, the camera tracks a young girl dressed in traditional martial arts attire, weaving through the haphazard stalls, vibrant awnings, and raucous vendors. The swaying of hanging paper lanterns, casting saturated warm hues on the chaotic bustle, provides rhythm to the shot. It’s clear she’s being followed by two government tax collectors, dressed formally, appearing stern and out-of-place. They stumble through the foreign landscape, unable to match the girl’s mastered agility. The camera follows the girl, placing the collectors in the soft background, dimly lit and not the field of main interest. The girl, our focal point, is framed by the vibrant colors and textures of the market, creating a stark contrast between her and her pursuers. As the hinge of the story, she’s shot from a low angle, giving her a sense of power and heroism. Finally, she enters a hidden dojo, confounding her trackers. The camera halts, balanced at the entrance, capturing the astonished faces of the collectors in the foreground and the calm, assured back of their elusive quarry fading into the dojo’s depth.