Part-101

  The familiar cacophony of grunts and thuds filled the air of the school Judo club. James, his pristine white gi, faced Zia, his brow gleaming uhe harsh gym lights. Today, however, there was a newfound glint in James' eyes, a spark of fidehat hadn't been there before.

  He remembered the events at the market – the frontation, the ued fight, and the strange new skill the System had awarded him: Bear Grip. With a determined glint in his eye, James reached out and grabbed Zia's gi with surprising strength. This wasn't his usual grip; it felt different, almost as if an invisible forhanced his natural hold.

  Zia, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden strength, stumbled slightly. James, seizing the opportunity, fwlessly executed a De Ashi Barai, the sweeping throw he'd beelessly practig. Zia, usually a seasoned oppo, found himself sprawled o, his eyes wide with surprise.

  "Whoa, James! That Grip is something else," Zia excimed, scrambling back to his feet. "Where'd that e from?"

  James, a hint of pride c his cheeks, simply grinned. "Let's just say I learned a valuable lessoher day." He didn't eborate, not wanting to get into the details of the market brawl.

  The rest of the practice session tinued with a newfound iy. Today, they were evenly matched. Even when Zia switched into his "serious mode," known for its lightning-fast throws, James mao hold his ground. In the end, the score was a tie – 20 throws each.

  Zia, impressed by James' rapid progress, cpped him on the back. "Wow, dude! You've gotten way stronger since you started. Keep it up, and you might just give me a run for my mo the one, in terms of Judo teique!"

  James, his chest swelling with pride, chuckled. "Thanks, Senior Zia. I'll defiry." He knew a rge part of his progress came not just frur training, but also from the System's subtle enhas and the new Bear Grip teique.

  Exhirated from his evenly matched practice session with Zia, James exited the dojo, the setting sun casting an e glow across the school grounds. His mind, however, buzzed with questions about the System's capabilities, particurly the enigmatic "Semi-Auto Battle Mode" he'd used at the market.

  He repyed the se in his head – the adrenaline rush, the calcuted movements, the decisive takedown of the leader boy. It had been effective, undeniably so, but a shiver ran down his spine as he recalled the near-untrolble surge of aggression that had apa.

  The self, "Semi-Auto," was fusing. Did it meaill had some trol over his as? Or was there a ce he could pletely lose himself ihroes of battle? The ck of information g him.

  James wasn't naive. He uood the potential dangers of such a powerful tool. While the System had proven helpful in subduing the bullies, the experience had left him with a lingering unease. What if, in the heat of the moment, he couldn't deactivate the mode? What if it malfuned, turning him into a mindless attacker?

  The thought sent a cold dread through him. He envisioned himself shing out at i bystanders, his body a puppet trolled by an unknown forbsp; The very idea was terrifying.