I stand in the middle of the grand Dojo arena, practicing Judo with my master for the upcoming olympic. Once again, I got another Ippon after I managed to do the Nage Waza technique and slam my master onto the tatami. The boisterous voices of the girls cheering me echoing as they watched me from the second floor. Yet my attention is not on them, but you, a new international student who I don't even know who or where you come from. I can't stop myself from smiling when I see you clapping for me
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