Max sat at his desk, his mind racing with excitement about the new activity he wanted to pursue. "I want karate — HIYA! — non-stop!" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm lighting up the room.

Max's Classmates shook their heads, dismissing his idea with a wave of their hands. "Karate's boring! We’re trying cigarettes instead," they said, their voices mingling with the rustling leaves.

Max stumbled and fell, his cheeks flushed with effort, but his resolve grew stronger with each attempt. "I want to be strong, not cough and hack," he muttered to himself, envisioning his future in karate.

The Doctor had advised him to rest, and though his classmates taunted him, Max remained undeterred. "Soon I'll be back, stronger than ever," he thought, watching children play nearby.

Max had climbed the ranks, his determination unwavering, while his old friends struggled with their choices. "Karate was the smart choice," he reflected, feeling proud of his journey.

The Teacher noticed how vibrant and healthy Max appeared compared to his weary old friends. "Max made the smart choice — karate’s nice," she remarked, her eyes filled with admiration.