Part-106

  James smirked. "We'll see about that," he tered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He turo walk away, but not before adding one final warning. "Don't overestimate yourself, Roman. Aime, think twice before pig a fight."

  He turo leave, but a final thought lingered. "And tell Alex," he added, "I'll get ba. But not now, not when you're sending your ckeys to deliver messages."

  With that, James walked away, leaving Roman to process the ued turn of events. As he disappeared into the crowd of students, he couldn't help but feel a surge of fidenbsp; He'd faced a challenge, overe it, and emerged victorious.

  "Whoa, did you see that?" a boy with bright bleached hair whispered to his friend. "James just took down Roman in like two seds!"

  "No way!" his friend gasped, eyes wide with surprise. "I thought Roman was the tough guy."

  Audent, a nky boy with gsses, chimed in, "Wow, James must be really good at Judo. He didn't even break a sweat."

  Unbeknownst to James, a pair of eyes had observed the entire enter. Hidden in the shadows of a nearby building, two figures watched the unfolding drama. One was Alex, the same boy who had sought out James after his victory over Sourov. Beside him stood a boy of simir age, his imposing stature and cold demeanor marking him as the leader of a group known as the Southern Bully Emperors.

  "I wasn't mistaken," Alex murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of surprise and admiration. "This kid James has what it takes to join our crew."

  The leader, a boy with a good physid a pierg gaze, remained silent for a moment, his eyes sing James with a predatleam. "He does have potential," he finally aowledged, his voice low and menag. "Strong reflexes, good instincts. He could be a valuable asset."

  However, a hint of doubt crept into his voice. "But he seems too hard to trol," he added, his gaze lingering on James' retreating figure. "We'll o break him down before we mold him into one of us."

  Alex nodded in agreement. "We'll need a pn," he said, his voice filled with a calcuted ess. "Something that will test his loyalty and obedience."

  As James disappeared from sight, the two boys exged a silent, menag gnce.

  James slid into his seat, the lingering adrenaline from the enter with Roman slowly subsiding. The buzzed with the usual pre-lesson chatter, a stark trast to the tense drama he had just escaped.

  Suddenly, a notification from the System appeared before his eyes, interrupting his thoughts. It was the final mission, the culmination of his Judo training.

  Mission 18: (Final Mission) Ask Coach Gin for some pointers and survive against him for 2 minutes.

  Seeing the situation, James muttered to himself, "So, I have to spar with Coach Gin, huh?"

  He crossed his arms and pohe uping challenge.

  "This should be easy, right?" he mused, trying to vince himself.