Part-76

  James paused, the grin fading into a thoughtful expression after thinking about this Bully Emperors nature. "They're like the puppet masters, pulling the strings and making sure everything runs acc to their rules. It's almost like they have their own underground empire within the school, with each of them anding a group of followers. Their influeretches far and wide, and they maintain a tight grip ohing that happens."

  The thought was daunting, but he shook it off with a ugh. "But hey, if I handle a few karate moves, maybe I learn to handle a Bully Emperor… someday. It's not just about the physical stuff; it's about uanding their strategies, getting into their heads, and maybe even outsmarting them. It’s a challenge, but who knows? With enough practid determination, anything’s possible."

  His eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement aermination. The idea of fronting these elusive figures was intimidating, yet it also stirred a sense of advehin him. He imagined himself standing up to them, breaking their hold over the school, and bringing justice to those they had oppressed. It was a long shot, but it was a goal worth striving for.

  James chuckled, he didn't know what the future held, but for the first time sihe enter with Sourov, he felt a spark of hope. He wasn't just the same shy kid anymore. He was stronger, more fident than before, he was ready to face whatever challenges awaited him with system.

  "So," he began, his voice brimming with newfouermination, "what do you say we learn a little more about this pbsp; Maybe they offer introductory csses for… delicate boys who learned a few karate moves?"

  Mili's steps quied as she led James down a few floors, the rhythmic thump of bodies hitting the mats growing louder with each step.

  The kickboxing training area was located oh floor. As they made their way down to the fifth floor, the sound of their footsteps echoed iairwell.

  "Say, Mili, do you know any kind of martial art?" James asked curiously, breaking the silence.

  Mili shook her head with a slight smile. "No, I don't. I'm not really physically fit for martial arts. I think I would lose in every match if I ever participated in a martial arts test."

  James houghtfully. "I see. So why did you take up cyg? That's also a matter of fitness, but it seems you're really good at it."

  Mili's smile widened as she expined, "Well, my legs are somewhat stronger because of my kickboxing training. And to be ho, in our try, there aren't many girls from a martial arts background who are into cyg. So, I guess I was lucky enough to stand out in that regard. Plus, being fit for cyg and being fit for martial arts are two entirely different things, you know?"

  James smiled back, appreciating her perspective. "I see."

  As they tiheir dest, James couldn't help but admire Mili's determination and unique approach to fitness. It was clear that she had found her own path, bining elements from different disciplio create something that worked for her. He found it inspiring, and it made him think about his oroach to fitness and how he could improve.