Three days had passed since the end of the tournament, and I found myself in a strange mix of contentment and fatigue. On one hand, the tournament had been an incredible experience, a true test of my abilities and a chance to prove myself against some of the best fighters in the academy.
On the other hand, the physical and mental toll it had taken on me was immense. My body ached in places I didn't even know could ache, and I felt a deep exhaustion that seemed to seep into my very bones.
Despite the exhaustion, there was a sense of pride that lingered. I had fought hard, pushed myself to my limits, and even though I lost to Zaya, it was a fight that I could hold my head high about. Zaya was an exceptional opponent, and our battle was a testament to the strength and determination we both possessed.
