Loma leaves Darok's house, his mind buzzing with everything he learned and felt. The streets of Ryoukon feel heavier than ever as he walks toward the RDX hideout.
When he reaches the hideout, Xoza is already waiting at the entrance, arms crossed.
Xoza: "Other crews are already moving. We don't know their strategy yet, but it won't be long before someone comes to test our territory."
Loma: "Is this it for RDX…?"
Xoza: "Not yet. We fight to protect these streets. Today, we start training."
Loma nods and follows Xoza into the training room. The air smells faintly of sweat and determination. Sunlight leaks through the high windows, casting sharp shadows across the wooden floor.
Xoza: "First, push-ups. Strength is the foundation. Without it, you won't survive a fight."
They drop down side by side. Loma's arms shake violently with each push. Sweat drips from his forehead, his chest heaving.
Loma: "Ugh… this is harder than I thought…"
Xoza: "It's just the beginning. But fine, we'll leave it there for now."
They roll onto their feet, moving toward sparring. Loma crouches into a broken stance, unsure and tense.
Xoza: "…What is that? You don't know how to fight?"
Loma: "Uh… yeah, kinda."
Xoza: "Then we fix that. Boxing first. Watch me."
Xoza moves fluidly into a classic boxing stance, shoulders tight, fists up. He throws a crisp jab, slicing through the air with a sharp whoosh.
Xoza: "This is a jab. Copy it exactly."
Loma tries to replicate, arms stiff, stance wobbling. His first attempt misses slightly. He grits his teeth.
Loma: "Like this?"
Xoza: "Technique is weak, but it's a start. Again."
Loma swings again. This time, he feels a little more balance. The room echoes with the thud of gloves and the scrape of shoes on the floor. He's exhausted, heart racing, sweat burning his eyes—but he keeps going.
Loma (thinking): "I can do this… I have to. I won't stay weak anymore."
Xoza steps closer, correcting his form, guiding his stance, nodding approvingly when Loma hits the mark. Small victories, but each one fuels Loma's determination.
The training room feels alive with their effort, the energy of preparation for battles yet to come. Loma knows this is just the beginning—but for the first time, he feels like he might survive what's ahead.