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CHAPTER SEVEN. practice match ( cobra kai )
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THE DOJANG buzzed with energy. Sensei Kim Da-Eun walked along the line of students, her sharp gaze assessing their stances. The air was thick with the sound of fists striking heavy bags and the rhythmic shouts of determination.
"Again!" Sensei Kim's voice rang out. "Precision and power! If you hesitate, you lose."
Satomi stepped forward, her expression calm and her movements fluid. Her strikes against the practice dummy were deliberate and forceful, embodying the discipline Kim instilled in her students. Across the room, Min-seo mirrored the same focus, her form flawless as she worked on her precision kicks.
Fujio's voice cut through the tension. "Hey, Genji, bet you can't outlast Murayama in push-ups. Loser cleans the mats tonight!"
Murayama smirked. "You're on."
Sensei Kim shot them a glare that silenced the banter. "Hanaoka, Murayama—focus! If your energy isn't on training, you're wasting my time."
The two quickly dropped their grins and returned to their drills, though Fujio muttered under his breath, earning a subtle eye roll from Murayama. After his training, Murayama leaned casually against the wall, arms folded. He glanced at Satomi as she executed a flawless spinning back kick, her expression as calm as ever. "Satomi's going to win," he said confidently to Fujio.
"Against Min-seo? That's a bold call," Seo-jun replied.
Murayama shrugged. "I've seen Satomi fight. She doesn't just win—she dominates."
Jae-sung, lounging nearby, scoffed. "Everyone's acting like it's already over. Min-seo's sharp. Satomi will fold."
Satomi, hearing the exchange, turned her head slightly, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "You seem awfully invested in me losing, Jae-sung. You sure you're not nervous?"
Jae-sung straightened, smirking. "Nervous? Please. I just prefer realistic expectations."
"Mm-hmm," Satomi murmured, her tone amused as she turned back to her training.
