Joey guided me to a quiet corner of the training grounds, away from the main group. The sun was high, casting shadows that danced across the dirt floor, and the smell of sweat and leather hung heavy in the air. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. “First rule of fighting,” Joey said, her voice serious but encouraging, “don’t panic. Fear will make you sloppy. Focus on your stance and balance.” She demonstrated a simple pose feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, hands ready to strike or block. I tried to copy her, wobbling a little. “Like this?” “Better,” she said, adjusting my arms. “Now, let’s start with the basics punches and kicks. Don’t hold back, but don’t hurt yourself either. You have to know your limits.” We began slowly. Joey threw gentle punches, and I mirrored her movements. My arms ached quickly, and I stumbled more than once. But each time, she corrected me patiently, showing me how to shift my weight, how to use my legs for power, and how
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