ALOU’S POV The dojo smelled of polished wood and the faint scent of leather from the punching bags. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, breathing heavily, while Ryan adjusted his gloves and grinned at me. “Kaya mo pa ‘yan, Alou?” he teased, tossing me a towel. “Of course I can! Wag mo naman akong pagalitan, Ryan,” I said, rolling my shoulders. “Hindi ako beginner, you know.” Ryan chuckled, leaning casually against the wall. “Sigurado? Kahit limang rounds na tayo ngayon?” I smirked, punching the heavy bag with precision. “Bring it on. Kung sa training lang ‘to, panalo pa rin ako.” Ryan held up his fists. “Alright, sparring time. Let’s see if you’ve really improved.” I raised an eyebrow. “You sure you can handle this?” “Always,” he said, smirking. “But don’t cry later when I beat you.” We started, carefully circling each other. Every movement, every block, every jab was precise. But beneath the training, I noticed something more—Ryan’s eyes. Still intense, but calmer n
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