Part- 374:

  Just then, the door swung open, and their coach, **Gin**, stepped in. He surveyed the room, noting the tension and the soft murmurs of encement. “Hey, team,” he said, his voice steady yet warm. “I know today was tough. But remember, every loss is a lesson. We’ll learn from this and e back stronger. I have no doubt about that.” His fidence was iious, a reminder of their potential.

  James nodded, feeling a sense of renewed purpose swell within him. “We’ll train harder,” he decred, his voice steady. “And we’ll take that championship ime.” The determination in his voice ignited a fire within the group, igniting a collective resolve to rise above their disappoi.

  As they left the medical wing, the air felt lighter, the burden of defeat transf into a itment to grow. Sourov walked a little taller, a flicker of hope returning to his eyes. He knew he would not let his team down again. They were in this together, ready to face whatever challenges y ahead.

  But as they stepped into the hallway, a shadow loomed behind them. **Jel**, lingering just outside the door, watched their camaraderie with narrowed eyes. His expression was a mixture of anger and jealousy, a dark cloud over the brightening spirits of the Banani High team. He felt threatened by their unity, and in that moment, he vowed silently to himself that he would find a way to break them apart.

  “ime,” Jel muttered under his breath, a malicious grin creeping onto his face. “I’ll make sure yret this.”

  As the Banani High team walked away, they were blissfully unaware of the brewing storm. But ohing was certain: their resolve to e back stronger had ignited a fire within them, a bond that would carry them through even the darkest challeogether, they would rise, ready to face the battle, and with each step, they left behind the shadows of their defeat.

  M arrived following National Judo Tour. Like a dense fog it draped James in its weight. Each miretched agly long. Silehin house atuated body's ache. His muscles throbbed. Every movement was a reminder. It called to mind the cruel battle. It was more than just physical exhaustioional fatigue seeped in.

  His rades - Abbas Ryan, Sourov and others - they valiantly battled. Sadly they fell short in the end. The weight of this defeat pressed heavily on James. It was challenging to shake off the bitter taste of disappoi. Everything he had was devoted to the tour. Each match represented hours of dedication and sacrifice. It marked the culmination of his training.

  Faced with the reality of loss now he felt hollow. The drive he usually felt was go was as if it had beeinguished. Retreating into solitude of his room was his only optiourned off his phone. He avoided social media. He desired to escape a world. A world that felt bright and happy. It felt that way when he was ed by despair. Silenveloped him like a co. Provided fragile fort. It ce where he could feel without interruption.-Downstairs, Farzana Khan James's mother moved i. Her instincts were honed over years. She had nurtured her children. Somethi off with James. He was usually vibrant. Full of energy. But today he was withdrawn. Almost invisible in his own home.