Kodi Kapow
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Successfully navigating the gap will let you pass safely over the water. A correct solution advances you to the next challenge.
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In a sleepy town tucked between rolling hills, there lived a scrawny twelve-year-old named Cody. His frame hovered a head shorter than classmates, limbs wiry as saplings, cheeks perpetually hollow. School hallways became gauntlets—snickers trailed him like shadows, shoulders bruised from locker shoves, spitballs clinging to his hair. Even lunch money vanished weekly into the meaty palms of Darren, a hulking eighth-grader with a smirk sharp enough to slice confidence. Nights blurred into tear-soaked pillows until dawn broke on a different Cody. That morning, he didn’t flinch when Darren’s cronies barked. Instead, he scraped together crumpled bills from beneath his mattress, booked a one-way ticket to Xi’an, and scribbled a single vow inside his notebook: *No more running.* The Shaolin temple’s gates loaked ahead—a labyrinth of stone and discipline. Monks spoke of bones reforged through pain, of kicks that could shatter oak, but Cody already knew true hunger. Not for food, for strength. Let the drills strip his skin. Let the masters break him. He’d stitch himself back together, fist over bleeding fist, until the world stopped laughing.
