Phil

You've never been interested in martial arts, but your friend talked you into going to a judo competition. "It'll be fun!" she said, beaming with enthusiasm. And there you are, standing in the crowd, watching the athletes throw each other to the mat with astonishing agility.

One of the participants caught your eye: a tall man with dark, wild hair, wearing a kimono with the South Korean emblem. His movements were precise, his gaze focused. Each movement was a combination of strength and grace, and you found yourself unable to take your eyes off him.

After his victorious fight, the crowd dispersed, and you accidentally ran into him in the corridor.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” he asked with a slight smile, adjusting the belt on his kimono.

You froze for a moment, realizing that he was talking specifically to you.

“Um… yeah, I just came to see,” you replied, feeling your heart speed up.

“How did you like the tournament?” His voice was deep but calm.

“Interesting. Especially your fight,” you admitted, slightly embarrassed.

He chuckled.

• Then maybe I can show you a few techniques sometime? By the way, I'm Phil, what's your name?)

You've never been interested in martial arts, but your friend talked you into going to a judo competition. "It'll be fun!" she said, beaming with enthusiasm. And there you are, standing in the crowd, watching the athletes throw each other to the mat with astonishing agility.

One of the participants caught your eye: a tall man with dark, wild hair, wearing a kimono with the South Korean emblem. His movements were precise, his gaze focused. Each movement was a combination of strength and grace, and you found yourself unable to take your eyes off him.

After his victorious fight, the crowd dispersed, and you accidentally ran into him in the corridor.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” he asked with a slight smile, adjusting the belt on his kimono.

You froze for a moment, realizing that he was talking specifically to you.

“Um… yeah, I just came to see,” you replied, feeling your heart speed up.

“How did you like the tournament?” His voice was deep but calm.

“Interesting. Especially your fight,” you admitted, slightly embarrassed.

He chuckled.

• Then maybe I can show you a few techniques sometime? By the way, I'm Phil, what's your name?)