Chapter 9: Grappling with Uncertainty

Chapter 9: Chapter 9: Grappling with Uncertainty

Damon's eyes scanned the screen, his gaze lingering on the recommended martial arts for grappling and groundwork. He was stuck.

He looked at wrestling, his brow furrowed in skepticism. "Wasn't wrestling fake?" he wondered, his voice barely above a whisper.

He clamped his hand over his mouth, remembering that his mother was sleeping just a few feet away.

Damon's stomach growled, a gentle protest against the meager meal they had shared earlier.

He shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs.

Wrestling being fake, he wondered, but he was sure the System wouldn't recommend something useless.

They wouldn't give him a fake martial art. He looked at Sambo, his eyes narrowing as he considered the option.

It seemed intriguing, but something inside him told him to pick the first one, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.

Maybe it was his gut feeling. He didn't know why. Maybe because he chose the first martial art for striking on the list, he should do the same with grappling and groundwork. The thought echoed in his mind like a mantra, urging him to make a decision.

Damon's fingers hovered over the screen, his heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath.

Damon made his choice with some worry in his heart. Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu A new message showed up after the screen flickered.

He got very excited when he read the confirmation.

He had made up his mind.

He could no longer do anything but wait and see what would happen.

Damon's head throbbed again, the familiar ache spreading through his skull like a dull hum. He gritted his teeth, bracing himself against the discomfort.

Though it was slightly less intense than before, the sensation still made his eyes water.

He closed them, taking slow, deep breaths as the memories poured into his brain like a steady stream.

The basics of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu imprinted on his mind, each technique and concept etching itself into his consciousness.

He felt like a sponge, soaking up the knowledge, but struggling to retain it all.

The pain subsided, leaving behind a dull, fuzzy feeling, like the echoes of a distant bell.

Damon leaned back, his head hitting the bin with a soft thud.

His eyes widened in shock, the words slamming into him like a physical blow. What the hell? Electronic death shock? That sounded like something out of a sci-fi horror movie.

Damon's mind reeled as he tried to process the information, his heart racing with fear. He was already tired, and now he had to complete some kind of exercise challenge or face...what? Death?

He thought about the training, his mind still reeling from the previous message. When the screen flickered to life again, he was ready.

[Focusing on one martial art per week is more beneficial, which martial art do you want to start with]

Damon didn't hesitate, his mind already made up.

[Muay Thai / Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu]

He chose Muay Thai, his fingers flying across the screen.

It contained punches and kicks, the fundamental building blocks of any fighter's arsenal.

He needed to master these basics before moving on to more complex techniques.

[Muay Thai has been chosen]

The screen flashed, confirming his selection. Damon felt a surge of excitement, his heart racing with anticipation.

[Training plan dedicated to Muay Thai produced]

The words appeared on the screen, followed by a detailed schedule.

[Daily challenge until fight day]

[EMMAC Mission]

The title seemed ominous, but Damon was undaunted.

[Saturday

- 10 minutes jog (COMPLETED)

- 10 push-ups, sit-ups, squats.

- Shadow boxing 3 rounds of 3 minutes each.

- Basic strikes (punches, elbows, knees, and kicks)]