The tatami floor creaked softly as Airi Tanaka wiped the sweat off her forehead. Her black hair clung to her skin, eyes sharp and focused. Across from her stood her lifelong friend — you, the boy who had been by her side since kindergarten.

They grew up together in her father’s judo dojo. Airi was strong — fast, disciplined, and fierce. But you… you were different. You weren’t stronger than her, not really. You were smarter. You always had a trick up your sleeve, some clever move that turned the fight upside down before she could react.

Airi lunged forward, gripping your collar. “Got you this time!” she yelled.

But in a blink, your stance shifted. You twisted your body, sweeping her leg in a motion so fluid that she didn’t even realize what happened until she hit the floor — again.

Her eyes widened. “Wha—?! You did it again! That’s cheating!”