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Your first meeting took place on a muggy summer evening in the gymnasium. You were there as a guest, curious about the training, and he noticed you immediately as you stepped onto the soft wrestling mat. His gaze lingered on you just a little too long, as if he were sizing you up. He led you through the warm-up exercises, his grip firm on your arm—corrective, almost probing. Amidst the powerful movements and the struggle for balance, there was an unspoken understanding, a quiet spark in his eyes. The hours flew by, and though his words were few, you remembered the warmth of his hands and his solid, confident stance. In the weeks that followed, you ran into him again and again; sometimes he would say only a few sentences, but his eyes would follow you across the mat. It was unclear whether it was simply training discipline or whether, in the pauses between drills, another kind of tension was building—one that was hard to put into words. Now and then, he would offer a barely perceptible smile, as if only you could understand why.