Mr. Otomi nodded solemnly, his tears shimmering in the fading light. "Thank you, James. It has been a long and arduous journey since then. Emiko's loss shattered me, but her spirit continues to guide me. I see that same spirit within you, James. Your passion, your determination, and your dreams mirror hers." A profound sense of responsibility washed over James. He understood the weight of carrying on Emiko's legacy and making their shared dreams a reality.

"I won't let Emiko's sacrifice be in vain, Mr. Otomi," James declared, his voice firm with conviction. "I will fight to break down the discriminatory borders of Mecha Fighting, just as she wanted. And I'll carry her memory with me every step of the way."

Mr Otomi's sombre expression softened, a glimmer of hope shining through his tears. "I believe in you, James. Emiko believed in you too. Your journey won't be easy, but remember that you're not alone. I'll be here to guide you, just as I guided her." Mr., Otomi then rose from the bench and left the training court. 

With a renewed sense of purpose and a strengthened bond between mentor and apprentice, James and Mr. Otomi resumed their training. Their sessions became more intense, the drive to push beyond limits stronger than ever. James channelled his conviction and determination into every boost, every strike, and every movement.

A month had passed since Mr Otomi and James began their training together and the results were evident. James’s skill was evident in the mock battles between Mr. Otomi and James with Mr. Otomi’s sword skill far surpassing James’s sword skill but James’s movement was second to none. “James, I think it's time you took your training to the next level," Mr. Otomi said, his voice filled with a mix of pride and determination.

James looked at his mentor, anticipation gleaming in his eyes. "What do you have in mind, Mr. Otomi?"

Mr. Otomi smiled, a glint of excitement in his gaze. "I've been observing your progress, James, and I believe you're ready for a real challenge. There's a prestigious Booster Fighting tournament coming up, known as the Grand Boost Championship. It gathers the best Booster Fighters from around the world, and I think you have what it takes to compete."

James's heart raced with a mix of nervousness and excitement. The Grand Boost Championship was a renowned event, an opportunity to showcase his skills on a global stage. "I... I would be honoured, Mr. Otomi, but I never competed before so, how could I compete?"

Mr. Otomi nodded, his expression serious. "The organiser is an old friend of mine, this won't be an easy journey. The competition will be fierce, and the challenges will test you both physically and mentally. You'll face opponents with incredible skills and experience. But if you stay true to your beliefs and fight with all your heart, you can make a difference."

James took a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenges that lay ahead. "I'm ready, Mr. Otomi. If this is the quickest way to achieve my dream I'll train harder than ever and give it everything I have."

Mr. Otomi placed a hand on James's shoulder, his touch filled with both pride and reassurance. "I believe in you, James. Emiko believed in you. Remember, it's not just about winning the championship. It's about showing the world the power of unity, breaking down the discriminatory borders that have held us back for far too long."

With a renewed sense of purpose, James and Mr. Otomi intensified their training. They focused on refining James's techniques, pushing the boundaries of his limits, and strategizing for the upcoming tournament. Each day brought new challenges, but James embraced them wholeheartedly, knowing that they were steps toward his goal of making a difference in the world of Mecha Fighting. 

Fight week finally came around and Mr. Otomi had a challenge for James to get him prepared for his upcoming fight. Mr Otomi called James into the training arena, a determined look on his face. "James, I have a special challenge for you to prepare you for the upcoming fight. We will simulate a battle against a highly skilled opponent, It will test your adaptability, speed, and decision-making under pressure." James nodded, his focus sharpening. "I'm ready, Mr. Otomi."

Mr. Otomi smiled, happy with the resolve that James was showing. 

Mr Otomi motioned for James to get prepared. As James finished putting home his equipment another man equipped with his booster boots as well as a dagger entered the training ground. James was hesitant to greet the mystery man but did so anyway knowing that this would be his opponent.

Mr Otomi also greeted the man before turning to James. “James, this is Kaine Hammers, a renowned Booster Fighter with a formidable reputation. He's one of the top-ranked fighters in the local circuit, and he will be your sparring partner for today. Kaine, this is James, a promising young fighter with great potential."

Kaine nodded politely, his eyes filled with confidence and intensity. "Pleasure to meet you, James. I've heard good things about your skills. Let's make this a worthwhile match." James nodded in response, his determination shining through. "Likewise, Kaine. I'm ready to see what this training has achieved."

With the introductions made, Mr Otomi took a step back, signalling the fighters to get ready for battle. “The rules of the sparring match are simple. First to three points, if someone can not continue the match will be called off.” The training arena crackled with anticipation as both fighters engaged their neuro links, preparing for the clash.

The match began with a burst of speed as Kaine unleashed a rapid flurry of strikes, his movements fluid and precise. James swiftly evaded, relying on his agility and reflexes to counter Kaine’s attacks. Each clash of their blades sent sparks flying, filling the arena with electrifying energy. As the fight progressed, Kaine’s experience became apparent. He anticipated James's moves, forcing him into difficult positions and exploiting any opening. James found himself on the defensive, struggling to keep up with Kaine’s relentless assault.

But James refused to surrender. He knew that he had to dig deep within himself to turn the tide of the battle. He blocked and evaded as best as he could, desperately searching for an opportunity to strike back. With a burst of speed, James saw an opening. He swiftly manoeuvred around Kaine's blade and launched a powerful counterattack. But to his surprise, Kaine reacted with lightning-fast reflexes, like he expected James’s manoeuvre, redirecting James's strike and delivering a swift and precise strike of his own.

The impact landed squarely on James's stomach, jolting him with pain. James let out a gasp as Kaine's strike awarded him the first point of the match. James staggered backwards, his focus momentarily disrupted by the unexpected setback. Mr. Otomi's voice echoed through the training arena. "One point awarded to Kaine. Stay focused, James."

James pushed through the pain, refusing to let it dampen his spirit. He took a deep breath, regaining his composure and focusing his energy. He knew he had to come back stronger, using his training to his advantage. The battle resumed with even greater intensity. James unleashed a relentless onslaught of attacks. Kaine met him blow for blow, his skill and experience were evident in his defensive manoeuvres.

The battle ticked on as the fighters clashed with unwavering determination wanting to prove themselves to Mr. Otomi. Each exchange was filled with intensity and accuracy. James analyzed Kaine's movements, searching for weaknesses to exploit.

Finally, an opportunity presented itself. James anticipated Kaine's feint, swiftly boosting above and behind and countering with a well-placed strike. His blade connected with Kaine's armour, earning him his first point of the match. "One point awarded to James," Mr. Otomi announced, his voice filled with pride.

The match continued, each fighter refusing to back down. Blow after blow was exchanged, neither giving an inch. The intensity in the training arena reached its peak as James and Kaine pushed themselves to their limits. Kaine’s dagger emphasised Kaine’s hit-and-move style of fighting, constantly trying to attack James’s back. James’s reflexes were the only attribute that allowed him to stay in the fight against the much more experienced fighter. 

In a sudden turn of events, James's determination and reflexes proved to be the deciding factors. As Kaine lunged forward with a quick strike, James swiftly boosted to the side of Kaine. With lightning-fast speed, James raised his blade and landed an unexpected strike to Kaine's head, catching him off guard.

The impact echoed through the training ground as Kaine stumbled backwards, his eyes losing focus and he collapsed onto the ground. James felt a mix of shock and achievement. The victory was James's. Mr Otomi approached James with a wide smile. "Well done, Jamie-boy! What a display you two put on."

As the adrenaline settled and the moment subsided, James turned his attention to Kaine, who was stumbling to his feet. James ran over to Kaine helping him to his feet. “Thank you for the match,” Kaine muttered to James. “Thank you, this has helped a lot.” James had passion in his eyes knowing that he had the capability to achieve his goal. “Yeah, well I won't go this easy on you when we meet in The Grand Boost Championship.” James was left speechless unaware that he may have to face Kaine again in the TGB Championship. The two boys chatted a little longer before Kaine decided to call it a day, again congratulating James on the victory. 

"James! Wake up!" Sam shook James violently, the urgency in his tone cutting through the remnants of sleep. James, still half asleep, mumbled drowsily, "Sam, get the fuck off me."

Sam, undeterred, persisted, "Come on, it's the day of your match! We need to be at Mr Otomi's in an hour." James was jolted awake, his heart racing as the realization hit him. He shot up from the bed, glancing anxiously at the clock on his bedside table. "It's already 9 o'clock!" he exclaimed in a panic.

Sam nodded vigorously. "I tried to wake you earlier, but you were completely zoned out. We don't have much time, James. Get dressed and meet me in the living room in ten minutes." 

James didn't waste a moment. He sprang into action, hurriedly pulling on his training gear. The day of the match had finally arrived, and there was no room for tardiness or distraction. As he made his way to the living room, James's mind raced, replaying the countless hours of training, the victories and defeats, and the unwavering support of Mr. Otomi and Sam. The journey that led him to this moment had been filled with doubts and intense preparation, but it all culminated in this single match—a chance to prove to everyone that he was ready to make a difference.

Upon reaching the living room, he found Sam waiting impatiently by the door. "Finally, you're here," Sam said, eager to get going. "Let's go, we can't waste any more time."

They rushed out of the apartment and headed to Mr. Otomi's flat. After knocking on the door, Mr. Otomi answered, his eyes filled with focus and a confident aura about him. He glanced at his watch and then met James's gaze. "You made it, James. I was beginning to worry," Mr. Otomi said jokingly.

James felt a twinge of embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Mr. Otomi. I overslept." His voice revealed his chagrin. Mr Otomi nodded understandingly. "No time to worry about that now. We need to make our way to the arena."

Mr. Otomi took the lead as they walked through the bustling streets toward the arena. The surroundings buzzed with excitement as Booster Fighting fans filled the air with their cheers and chatter. Upon entering the arena, the energy level soared even higher. The cacophony of the crowd's exuberant cheers reverberated through the halls, and James took a moment to soak in the atmosphere, letting it ignite the fiery determination within him.

As they approached the fighter's preparation area, James couldn't help but steal fleeting glances at the other participants. Each of them was deeply immersed in their own pre-fight rituals and intense mental preparations. The thick tension in the air was almost tangible, but James kept his attention locked onto his own path.

Upon reaching the designated preparation area, James sought out a quiet corner where he could gather his thoughts and mentally gear up for the imminent match. Sam remained steadfastly by his side, offering words of encouragement and unwavering support. "You've trained for this, James," Sam urged. "Believe in yourself and all the hard work you've put in. This is your moment."

Mr. Otomi, with his presence radiating authority and self-assuredness, approached them. "James, it's time. You've come a long way, and today is the day you unveil your skills to the world." 

James nodded, his focus unwavering, his heart throbbing with anticipation. He took a deep breath, using the nervous energy to fuel his determination.