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In the golden sun-kissed state of California, where the Pacific waves lapped onto the sandy beaches and palm trees swayed rhythmically to the ocean's tune, a unique tribe of young kids was on the rise. These were the Jiu Jitsu kids, or as they liked to call themselves, the "Rolling Rascals." Now, these weren't your typical kids. Oh no, they were mini Jiu Jitsu Maestros, equipped with colorful gi and belts that represented their ranks. They had this strange language that only they understood, with words like 'armbar', 'guard', and 'kimura'. Their playground wasn't a park or a beach, but a tatami mat, where they rolled and tumbled like little tumbleweeds in a desert. Leading this pack of Rolling Rascals was a cool, imaginary character known as Jolly Jitsu. He had blue hair, could do a cartwheel with one hand, and had a black belt that glowed in the dark. Jolly Jitsu was a funny guy indeed! He'd make hilarious faces while showing a move, and sometimes he'd burp so loud during a class, the Rascals would fall over laughing. But when it came to Jiu Jitsu, Jolly Jitsu was all business. Jolly Jitsu and his Rolling Rascals roamed from San Diego to San Francisco, teaching and learning, laughing and rolling. Together, they were turning California into the Jiu Jitsu capital of the world. And if you listen closely, you can hear their laughter and shouts echoing across the Golden Gate Bridge, carried away by the Pacific breeze.