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In the small town of Rocca del Falco, Giovanni Ferretti was more than just a karate master: he was a legend. He had trained generations of students, transforming timid youths into disciplined warriors. No one dared to question his strength or integrity. With his back straight as a pillar and a granite expression, Giovanni seemed immune to everything: pain, fear, and, above all, ridicule.
“Pain is just an illusion,” he often told his students, demonstrating his legendary resilience with feats that would have broken anyone else. He allowed himself to be struck in the stomach with wooden sticks, broke bricks with the palm of his hand, and immersed himself in ice baths without batting an eye. His distinctive phrase? “There is no weakness in me.”
That reputation had made him proud, perhaps too proud. He never laughed, not because he lacked a sense of humor, but because he considered laughter a distraction, an unnecessary concession to emotions. “A warrior does not laugh; he lives in discipline,” he repeated.
But no one, not even Giovanni, could know that his perfect body hid a secret, a crack in his wall of invulnerability. That secret would emerge in the most unexpected way, on a quiet summer evening.
Chapter 2: The Public Demonstration
It was a warm July evening, and Giovanni’s dojo was packed for an open demonstration. His adult students, sturdy and determined men, had gathered to celebrate their master’s strength. Giovanni stood at the center of the room, his immaculate white gi and meticulously wrapped black belt. With an imperious gesture, he ordered the men to line up.
“Tonight I will show you what true control of body and mind means,” he declared. His voice resonated like a drum, authoritative and calm.
After performing a series of perfect katas, Giovanni invited a group of students to strike him. The men, one by one, threw punches and kicks with all their might, but the master didn’t budge an inch. Applause erupted in the room. Giovanni, satisfied, allowed himself a slight nod.
Then the unthinkable happened.
A group of men decided to challenge him with a different approach. Among them were Marco, Bruno, and Luigi, veterans of the dojo and close friends. They exchanged knowing glances, and Marco, with a sly smile, said, “Master, what if we tried a different challenge?”
Giovanni raised an eyebrow. “Go ahead, show me what you’ve got.”
Bruno calmly approached, but instead of hitting him, he quickly poked his fingers into the master’s sides. Giovanni jumped, his body jolting as if struck by an electric shock, and a sound escaped his lips that no one would have ever believed possible: a laugh.
It was not a quiet chuckle. It was an uncontrollable, guttural laugh, almost animalistic. Giovanni tried to stop, but the more he struggled, the more the tickling seemed to take hold of him.
Marco and Luigi quickly joined in, attacking with swift fingers on his sides and under his armpits. Giovanni writhed, but the men were determined to prove that even the invincible master could not withstand their combined attack. Laughing heartily, Bruno said, “Let’s uncover every weak point!” and with that phrase, they began a methodical torment.
The room fell silent for a moment, incredulous. Then it erupted into roaring laughter. Giovanni, still doubled over with laughter, tried to silence them: “Enough! This... isn’t serious!” But the myth of the invincible man had been cracked.
Chapter 3: The Organized Assault
The next day, the dojo was buzzing. The adult men, now aware of their master’s weakness, secretly organized themselves. They wanted to test his endurance definitively by discovering every corner of his body where the tickling would make him yield.
One evening, during a private lesson, Marco, Bruno, Luigi, and three other men—Giorgio, Enzo, and Carlo—drew up a plan. After completing a kata session, Giovanni stopped at the center of the mat to catch his breath. That was when the men sprang into action.
Marco grabbed him from behind, pinning his arms. Bruno and Luigi lunged at his sides, while Enzo targeted under his armpits. Giorgio and Carlo, laughing, joined the attack, focusing on his knees and ribs.
Giovanni burst into uncontrollable laughter. “Stop! This is... an outrage!” he shouted between laughs, but the men didn’t stop. Every touch seemed to amplify his reaction, and the master, now doubled over, fell to his knees on the mat.
“We have to test everything,” said Giorgio with a grin. They began a coordinated assault: Bruno and Marco focused on the sides, while Luigi and Enzo targeted the armpits. Carlo and Giorgio, meanwhile, decided to focus on the feet.
With skilled fingers, they began to torment the soles of his feet, slowly moving from his heels to his toes. Giovanni screamed with laughter, squirming with all his might. “No! Not the feet! Stop!” he cried between fits of laughter. But the men didn’t stop. In fact, they increased their precision, finding every particularly sensitive spot.
“These huge feet are a gold mine!” joked Giorgio, as his fingers concentrated on the arch of Giovanni's foot. Carlo laughed along with him, quickly tickling the base of the toes on the opposite foot.
The torture continued for several minutes, with Giovanni now drained of strength, reduced to a trembling mass of unstoppable laughter. Every attempt to free himself was in vain: the men held him tightly, enjoying the exploration of every inch of his soles. Even the slightest touch seemed to trigger uncontrollable reactions in him.
“I didn’t think he was so sensitive here,” said Luigi, watching the scene with a pleased smile. “We need to take advantage of this more in the next lessons.”
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Giovanni collapsed on the tatami, exhausted and out of breath. The men let him go, but their laughter continued to fill the gym.
Chapter 4: The Master's Surrender and Revenge
After that evening, Giovanni found himself forced to confront his weakness. The men at the gym, now united by that secret, continued to challenge him during every lesson. Not a day went by without someone trying to catch him off guard with a quick touch to his sides or under his arms.
But the master's feet became the favorite target. Every time they saw him take off his sandals to start a lesson, the men couldn't help but exchange knowing glances, ready to strike at just the right moment.
At first, Giovanni reacted with anger. “Stop it! This is ridiculous!” But soon he realized that resisting was futile. His vulnerability had become part of his identity in the gym.
One day, during a meeting with his students, Giovanni decided to address the issue once and for all. “Alright,” he said, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. “You’ve discovered my weak point. But don’t forget who the master is here.” An enigmatic smile appeared on his face, leaving the men puzzled.
Chapter 5: The Master's Revenge
The following week, Giovanni organized a special lesson, announcing that it would be a "resistance" training session. The men, still excited by the idea of catching him off guard again, accepted without suspicion.
The master welcomed them into the dojo with an unusually friendly tone. “Today we will test your self-control,” he explained, watching them with piercing eyes. He had an extra tatami brought in and arranged some sturdy ropes in the center.
“First, though, I want to demonstrate an exercise.” Giovanni pointed to Marco and Bruno, the most enthusiastic of the students. “Come here, help me show how to strengthen the mind against distractions.” The two men approached, confident they could turn the situation to their advantage.
In a matter of moments, Giovanni immobilized them with impressive precision, tying their arms and ankles with the prepared ropes. Marco tried to protest while laughing, “Master, what are you doing?”
Giovanni leaned over them, wearing a smile that promised nothing good. “Just returning the favor,” he said. Before the others could react, Giovanni called Giorgio and Enzo. “Now you two. It’s important that everyone participates.” Even they, in their attempts to escape, ended up tied next to their companions.
Once all six men were immobilized on the tatami, Giovanni stood up and removed his upper kimono, remaining in just a simple t-shirt. “Did you think I would let you go without consequences?” he said, crossing his arms. “Now we’ll see who is truly the most resilient.”
He approached Marco, starting with a light touch under his arms. “You like to start here, don’t you?” he asked, as his student burst into uncontrollable laughter. His fingers moved quickly and precisely, hitting every sensitive spot.
Bruno, watching the scene, tried to remain calm, but when Giovanni reached him, he proved just as vulnerable. The master focused on his ribs, eliciting desperate laughter from him.
“Did you think I hadn’t learned anything?” Giovanni continued, moving to Giorgio’s feet. He slowly removed his shoes and began to torment the soles of his feet with a methodical technique. Giorgio tried to resist, but within seconds he gave in, writhing with laughter.
One by one, Giovanni paid attention to each of them, finding the most sensitive spots and exploiting them mercilessly. The dojo echoed with muffled laughter and the groans of the men, who squirmed in vain against the ropes.
Finally, when everyone was exhausted and unable to speak, Giovanni stopped. “I hope this lesson has taught you something,” he said calmly. “No matter how strong you think you are, there is always someone stronger. And I am the master; don’t forget that.”
The men, still gasping for breath, could only smile weakly. They knew the lesson was well-deserved, but deep down, they admired Giovanni even more for finding such a creative way to regain control.
“Pain is just an illusion,” he often told his students, demonstrating his legendary resilience with feats that would have broken anyone else. He allowed himself to be struck in the stomach with wooden sticks, broke bricks with the palm of his hand, and immersed himself in ice baths without batting an eye. His distinctive phrase? “There is no weakness in me.”
That reputation had made him proud, perhaps too proud. He never laughed, not because he lacked a sense of humor, but because he considered laughter a distraction, an unnecessary concession to emotions. “A warrior does not laugh; he lives in discipline,” he repeated.
But no one, not even Giovanni, could know that his perfect body hid a secret, a crack in his wall of invulnerability. That secret would emerge in the most unexpected way, on a quiet summer evening.
Chapter 2: The Public Demonstration
It was a warm July evening, and Giovanni’s dojo was packed for an open demonstration. His adult students, sturdy and determined men, had gathered to celebrate their master’s strength. Giovanni stood at the center of the room, his immaculate white gi and meticulously wrapped black belt. With an imperious gesture, he ordered the men to line up.
“Tonight I will show you what true control of body and mind means,” he declared. His voice resonated like a drum, authoritative and calm.
After performing a series of perfect katas, Giovanni invited a group of students to strike him. The men, one by one, threw punches and kicks with all their might, but the master didn’t budge an inch. Applause erupted in the room. Giovanni, satisfied, allowed himself a slight nod.
Then the unthinkable happened.
A group of men decided to challenge him with a different approach. Among them were Marco, Bruno, and Luigi, veterans of the dojo and close friends. They exchanged knowing glances, and Marco, with a sly smile, said, “Master, what if we tried a different challenge?”
Giovanni raised an eyebrow. “Go ahead, show me what you’ve got.”
Bruno calmly approached, but instead of hitting him, he quickly poked his fingers into the master’s sides. Giovanni jumped, his body jolting as if struck by an electric shock, and a sound escaped his lips that no one would have ever believed possible: a laugh.
It was not a quiet chuckle. It was an uncontrollable, guttural laugh, almost animalistic. Giovanni tried to stop, but the more he struggled, the more the tickling seemed to take hold of him.
Marco and Luigi quickly joined in, attacking with swift fingers on his sides and under his armpits. Giovanni writhed, but the men were determined to prove that even the invincible master could not withstand their combined attack. Laughing heartily, Bruno said, “Let’s uncover every weak point!” and with that phrase, they began a methodical torment.
The room fell silent for a moment, incredulous. Then it erupted into roaring laughter. Giovanni, still doubled over with laughter, tried to silence them: “Enough! This... isn’t serious!” But the myth of the invincible man had been cracked.
Chapter 3: The Organized Assault
The next day, the dojo was buzzing. The adult men, now aware of their master’s weakness, secretly organized themselves. They wanted to test his endurance definitively by discovering every corner of his body where the tickling would make him yield.
One evening, during a private lesson, Marco, Bruno, Luigi, and three other men—Giorgio, Enzo, and Carlo—drew up a plan. After completing a kata session, Giovanni stopped at the center of the mat to catch his breath. That was when the men sprang into action.
Marco grabbed him from behind, pinning his arms. Bruno and Luigi lunged at his sides, while Enzo targeted under his armpits. Giorgio and Carlo, laughing, joined the attack, focusing on his knees and ribs.
Giovanni burst into uncontrollable laughter. “Stop! This is... an outrage!” he shouted between laughs, but the men didn’t stop. Every touch seemed to amplify his reaction, and the master, now doubled over, fell to his knees on the mat.
“We have to test everything,” said Giorgio with a grin. They began a coordinated assault: Bruno and Marco focused on the sides, while Luigi and Enzo targeted the armpits. Carlo and Giorgio, meanwhile, decided to focus on the feet.
With skilled fingers, they began to torment the soles of his feet, slowly moving from his heels to his toes. Giovanni screamed with laughter, squirming with all his might. “No! Not the feet! Stop!” he cried between fits of laughter. But the men didn’t stop. In fact, they increased their precision, finding every particularly sensitive spot.
“These huge feet are a gold mine!” joked Giorgio, as his fingers concentrated on the arch of Giovanni's foot. Carlo laughed along with him, quickly tickling the base of the toes on the opposite foot.
The torture continued for several minutes, with Giovanni now drained of strength, reduced to a trembling mass of unstoppable laughter. Every attempt to free himself was in vain: the men held him tightly, enjoying the exploration of every inch of his soles. Even the slightest touch seemed to trigger uncontrollable reactions in him.
“I didn’t think he was so sensitive here,” said Luigi, watching the scene with a pleased smile. “We need to take advantage of this more in the next lessons.”
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Giovanni collapsed on the tatami, exhausted and out of breath. The men let him go, but their laughter continued to fill the gym.
Chapter 4: The Master's Surrender and Revenge
After that evening, Giovanni found himself forced to confront his weakness. The men at the gym, now united by that secret, continued to challenge him during every lesson. Not a day went by without someone trying to catch him off guard with a quick touch to his sides or under his arms.
But the master's feet became the favorite target. Every time they saw him take off his sandals to start a lesson, the men couldn't help but exchange knowing glances, ready to strike at just the right moment.
At first, Giovanni reacted with anger. “Stop it! This is ridiculous!” But soon he realized that resisting was futile. His vulnerability had become part of his identity in the gym.
One day, during a meeting with his students, Giovanni decided to address the issue once and for all. “Alright,” he said, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. “You’ve discovered my weak point. But don’t forget who the master is here.” An enigmatic smile appeared on his face, leaving the men puzzled.
Chapter 5: The Master's Revenge
The following week, Giovanni organized a special lesson, announcing that it would be a "resistance" training session. The men, still excited by the idea of catching him off guard again, accepted without suspicion.
The master welcomed them into the dojo with an unusually friendly tone. “Today we will test your self-control,” he explained, watching them with piercing eyes. He had an extra tatami brought in and arranged some sturdy ropes in the center.
“First, though, I want to demonstrate an exercise.” Giovanni pointed to Marco and Bruno, the most enthusiastic of the students. “Come here, help me show how to strengthen the mind against distractions.” The two men approached, confident they could turn the situation to their advantage.
In a matter of moments, Giovanni immobilized them with impressive precision, tying their arms and ankles with the prepared ropes. Marco tried to protest while laughing, “Master, what are you doing?”
Giovanni leaned over them, wearing a smile that promised nothing good. “Just returning the favor,” he said. Before the others could react, Giovanni called Giorgio and Enzo. “Now you two. It’s important that everyone participates.” Even they, in their attempts to escape, ended up tied next to their companions.
Once all six men were immobilized on the tatami, Giovanni stood up and removed his upper kimono, remaining in just a simple t-shirt. “Did you think I would let you go without consequences?” he said, crossing his arms. “Now we’ll see who is truly the most resilient.”
He approached Marco, starting with a light touch under his arms. “You like to start here, don’t you?” he asked, as his student burst into uncontrollable laughter. His fingers moved quickly and precisely, hitting every sensitive spot.
Bruno, watching the scene, tried to remain calm, but when Giovanni reached him, he proved just as vulnerable. The master focused on his ribs, eliciting desperate laughter from him.
“Did you think I hadn’t learned anything?” Giovanni continued, moving to Giorgio’s feet. He slowly removed his shoes and began to torment the soles of his feet with a methodical technique. Giorgio tried to resist, but within seconds he gave in, writhing with laughter.
One by one, Giovanni paid attention to each of them, finding the most sensitive spots and exploiting them mercilessly. The dojo echoed with muffled laughter and the groans of the men, who squirmed in vain against the ropes.
Finally, when everyone was exhausted and unable to speak, Giovanni stopped. “I hope this lesson has taught you something,” he said calmly. “No matter how strong you think you are, there is always someone stronger. And I am the master; don’t forget that.”
The men, still gasping for breath, could only smile weakly. They knew the lesson was well-deserved, but deep down, they admired Giovanni even more for finding such a creative way to regain control.
