Kyle's eyes shone with a newfound determination. He had faced impossible odds before, but this felt different. It felt like a challenge that would shape him not just as a fighter, but as a person.
"I want to learn, Instructor," Kyle said with his fists cupped and a light bow. "I want to master it. Would you lend me that book? I promise I'll dedicate myself to it."
Dan's expression softened into something unreadable—pride, perhaps, or admiration. He placed a hand on Kyle's shoulder and looked at him squarely.
"You've proven your dedication time and time again, Kyle. I can't deny you a martial art technique at your current skill level, you're more than ready to take this step.
But before I hand you that book, I need you to know that the techniques will challenge you beyond anything you've faced."
Kyle nodded without hesitation. "I understand. I'm ready for it."
