Bully Lord

Part-111

As James intensified his gym workouts, he didn't neglect 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 encounter 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 chance to test his skills against a worthy opponent.

Zia was the obvious choice. The two had developed a friendly rivalry, their training sessions a constant push and pull. James approached Zia after a particularly grueling workout. "Hey," he said, his voice gruff from exertion, "I need a serious sparring match. No holding back."

Zia, ever the competitor, grinned. "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 techniques, his movements fluid and powerful. James, his body aching from the gym workout, fought back with everything he had. The match was a back-and-forth battle, a testament to both their skills and determination.

While James managed to land a few good throws, Zia's experience and superior technique often gave him the upper hand. The match ended in a draw, both fighters exhausted but satisfied.

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

Ryan, intrigued by James' newfound determination, accepted the challenge. The 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 endurance, struggled to keep up. Yet, in defeat, he found a new motivation. He needed to learn more, to push his limits further.

The days that followed were a grueling blur of gym workouts, Judo practice, and endless reflection. He analyzed his sparring matches, breaking down every move, every mistake. He studied videos of Judo champions, trying to understand the nuances of their techniques. 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 recent Judo matches, the grueling workouts, and the relentless pursuit of improvement. As he turned a corner, his path collided with an unwelcome sight – Limon.

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

James remembered the encounter with Limon and his gang, the unexpected 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 renewed threat.