Part-111

  As James intensified his gym workouts, he didn't his Judo training. The lessons learned from Coach Gin, the brutal reality of his sparring match, and the desire to improve fueled his determination.

  As James pushed his body to its limits in the gym, his mind often drifted back to the Judo club. The enter with Coach Gin had been a humbling experience, but it had also fueled his determination to improve. He knew he needed more sparring practice, a ce to test his skills against a worthy oppo.

  Zia was the obvious choice. The two had developed a friendly rivalry, their training sessions a stant push and pull. James approached Zia after a particurly grueling workout. "Hey," he said, his voice gruff from exertion, "I need a serious sparring mato holding back."

  Zia, ever the petitrinned. "You got it," he replied, his eyes sparkling with challenge.

  The sparring session that followed was intense. Zia, no longer holding back, unleashed a barrage of teiques, his movements fluid and powerful. James, his body ag from the gym workout, fought back with everything he had. The match was a bad-forth battle, a testament to both their skills aermination.

  While James mao nd a few good throws, Zia's experiend superior teique often gave him the upper hand. The matded in a draw, both fighters exhausted but satisfied.

  The day, James sought out Ryan. "I need a sparring match," he said, his voice firm. "No holding back."

  Ryan, intrigued by James' newfouermination, accepted the challehe match was a stark reminder of the gap between them. Ryan's mastery of Judo was evident in every move, his throws precise and powerful. James, despite his improved strength and enduraruggled to keep up. Yet, i, he found a new motivation. He o learn more, to push his limits further.

  The days that followed were a grueling blur of gym workouts, Judo practice, and endless refle. He analyzed his sparring matches, breaking down every move, every mistake. He studied videos of Judo champions, trying to uand the nuances of their teiques. He pushed his body to the brink, his mind focused on improvement.

  The familiar hum of the school filled the air as James navigated the crowded hallways. His mind was occupied with the ret Judo matches, the grueling workouts, and the relentless pursuit of improvement. As he turned a er, his path collided with an unwele sight – Limon.

  The bully, looking slightly thinner but with the same arrogant smirk, stood in the middle of the hallway, his presence casting an unwele shadow. A wave of déjà vu washed over James. It seemed like the universe had a peculiar sense of humor, throwing the same obstacle ba his path.

  James remembered the enter with Limon and his gang, the ued brawl, and the subsequent intervention of the police. It was clear that the suspension hadn't taught Limon a lesson. In fact, his return seemed to signal a rehreat.