Part-107

  James thought about the mission. All he had to do was ask Coach Gin to demonstrate some moves and then endure being thrown onto the mat a few times within a span of two minutes. From his perspective, it seemed like a straightforward task. How hard could it be?

  Yet, as he sidered it further, a nagging doubt crept into his mind. Things that appeared simple on the surface often had hidden plexities. He couldn't shake the feeling that there might be some unspoken rules or ued twists that would plicate the seemingly easy task.

  "Then again," he thought, "nothing is ever as easy as it seems."

  James couldn't help but wonder if there were hidden challenges or additional expectations lurkih the surface. He knew better than to uimate any situation, especially when it involved someone as experienced as Coach Gin. The coach might have a few tricks up his sleeve, making the sparring session more demanding than James anticipated.

  As he tio pte, James felt a mix of anticipation and caution. He resolved to stay alert and ready for anything, knowing that preparation and adaptability would be key to handling whatever surprises Coach Gin might throw at him.

  The school day dragged on, each passing minute a tdown to the Judo club. James was eager to tackle the final mission. He'd proven himself against Roman, and now it was time to face his true test – his coach.

  The familiar st of sweat and chalk filled the air as James stepped into the Judo club. The afternoon sun cast long shadows o, creating an atmosphere of focused iy. Today, James felt a surge of fidence. He had defeated Roman, a small victory but a signifit boost to his morale.

  He exged a few practice throws with Zia, their movements now flowing with a rhythm born of tless repetitions. Zia, impressed by James' rapid progress, offered encing words. "Yettier every day," he said, a hint of pride in his voice.

  After the warm-up, James approached Coach Gin, the man who had introduced him to the world of Judo. "Coach," he began, " I ask you for some pointers?"

  Coach Gin, a stoic figure with a wealth of experienodded without hesitation. "Of course," he replied, his voice gruff but warm. "Let's see what you've got."

  James stepped onto the mat, a mix of excitement and apprehension c through him. He khis would be a true test of his skills, a ce to learn from the best.

  As the two faced off, James tried to activate his "Know Your Enemy and Ally" skill, a habit ingrained in him since his enter with the System. However, to his surprise, the skill failed to fun. The hat usually appeared above his oppos' heads were absent. Instead, a message fshed before his eyes: "Target's stats exceed dete limit."

  A chill ran down his spine. Coach Gin was strohan he'd imagined, his power level beyond the System's ability to measure.