Kapitel 43: Dash's Decision
"Samanta LaRusso's match is underway. If you want to keep fighting, that will be your decision, but you must understand that if you get hit again in your wound, you may not be recovered for the tournament in China," Mr. Kim said, returning to the room where Dash was talking to Devon about some advice for his next fight.
Upon these harsh words from Mr. Kim, Dash was naturally thrilled to participate in both tournaments. Now that he was in the final, he knew that even if he bled again, he wouldn't miss this opportunity that would take him directly to China.
Thanks to all his effort, he had reached the final. It was naturally a great novelty for Dash to participate in such events because, for him, all of this still felt like a sweet dream that he wholeheartedly wanted to embrace.
Although the sensation of bleeding was horrible, there was no wound on his body that would make him stop because he had experienced even more traumatic things than any of the people in this room could imagine. Just thinking about how he felt until recently, his hands itched at the mere thought of quitting a fight.
"That's right, Dash. You've come a long way, so you must consider staying in the best condition now to be able to participate in that tournament you say you want to be a part of. If you are injured again in the same area, things may not turn in your favor, and you might not be ready for the tournament in China," Zoe, Devon's mother, advised Dash, who had been silent until now.
As time passed, Dash looked at Devon, and she nodded.
"Let's make a deal. If I receive a blow to my wound, the fight will be over. That's much better than not participating and doing it anyway. I want you to know that my purpose is not to make you worry but to show all the hard work I've been putting in with Devon. There's no malice involved," Dash said.
"Alright, that's a good proposal. What do you think of that, Mr. Kim?"
Mr. Kim nodded, satisfied with Dash's proposal, who had no intention of giving up from the start. The fact that he wanted to keep competing was something to admire simply because many kids his age at this moment would be crying out of fear.
"Then my match goes before Devon's, right?"
"That's correct. As far as we know, Sam's match hasn't ended yet, so you still have time to stabilize your mental state."
"Heh, heh..." Dash smiled cheekily, getting his way, while thinking to himself, "It's a surprise that my parents weren't against me participating in this tournament after being injured. Maybe some things have changed after getting a second chance."
"Devon, now we have time to analyze your opponent, and what you need to focus on is the defenses of that girl named Sam." Dash looked at his friend, who was still silent, and began explaining some details for her to win the fight.
The reason Daniel LaRusso's style resembles Northern Dragon Kung Fu is simply because the karate he was taught comes from China. In that case, with similar martial arts, what Dash could recommend to Devon is to stay calm.
"Hmm, then I'll focus on feints and keep my distance if possible. If Devon didn't have much training experience thanks to her effort and Mr. Kim's teachings, she might not understand how to face Sam's karate, who had been winning until now.
"If you make correct use of your feints, the fight is yours. But remember not to panic when you get hit, and it gives your opponent a point. The most important thing is to maintain control in the martial art I'm teaching you, so if you lose control even for a second, things won't go well for you."
After hearing these words, Devon nodded and said, "I don't know what it is, but Sam hasn't had any tough opponents throughout the tournament, and that's why she has reached the final. I don't want to call this luck since that doesn't exist, but it's certainly unusual."
Dash shook his head while letting out a long sigh. He didn't want to believe that something known as the power of the script existed in real life, giving someone a magical win with much less training and a new move learned the day before.
It's not that he compared himself to those events since he knows all the hard work he has done and what motivates his fights. But it's strange that such a thing happened in real life. At least he didn't want that to happen to his friend when she faces Samantha LaRusso if she makes it to the final.
If luck were to be inherited, Daniel LaRusso must be the reason his daughter won. Truth be told, even though he admired him, Dash certainly wasn't on his side when he first saw his story. Of course, everyone can think what they want and be free to give their own opinions.
Dash, with a slight smile on his face, said, "We're in the final, different divisions but the same goals, so you should be able to win without me telling you anything since you have everything prepared, right?"
"Like my last fight, I'm not arrogant to think it would be so easy... After all, last time, I almost let my emotions take over, and I was about to lose. So now I have a new way to face fights, so you don't have to worry."
Dash nodded, committing to Devon. He knew it wouldn't be easy for her to face a defeat, especially with a girl of a similar age, so he now understood that to win, she needed to first keep calm.
"If we win, we'll eat until we burst. Make sure to be faster than me, or my fame will increase more than yours in no time," Dash said with an ironic smile as he stood up.
At first, Devon was still very agitated by all the things that had happened lately, but seeing Dash being the same as always, she smiled cheerfully and nodded. As long as they support each other, no one will be able to stop them, and without realizing it, both were getting closer to each other.
"Sorry for the intrusion. If the competitor Dash Hale intends to participate in the final, he must be ready in five minutes." An administration man entered the infirmary and announced.
"We'll be there. Dash Hale will participate!" Mr. Kim, who looked at the entering man and addressed his students, said, "Alright, guys, it's time to make history!"
"Yes, Sensei!" Dash and Devon said in unison as they approached the door.
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Kapitel 44: Finalists
"Samantha LaRusso, that was brilliant!"
As Sam returned to her father after winning a hard-fought battle that left her with a leg injury, many of her supporters exclaimed with excitement, wondering if her father's story would repeat itself in his daughter.
"You did really well, daughter. You have time to recover and see if you can continue," Daniel supported his daughter and brought some ice to try to ease the pain in Sam's leg, which had received several kicks.
Now that she had reached the final, Daniel hoped that his daughter wouldn't give up easily, just as he did back then before winning for the first time.
"I'm not giving up; I want to know if Lee is better than me or not. At least I want to try," Sam was happy to have won the fight, but for some reason, she believed she could win and wanted to prove it.
She never thought she would participate in a karate tournament, but when she heard that the competition was open to women as well, she decided to give it a try after her parents agreed to let her fight in the tournament.
She initially prepared herself enough because she wanted to defend herself from those who might cause trouble for them. She never thought that the same training would help her reach the final of a tournament her father had won a long time ago.
After Sam's duel ended, the competition was about to continue with the final of the men's division, and that would only happen if Dash continued in the competition or decided not to continue.
The last four fights of the semifinal were incredible, and all were very notable for the techniques they had mastered throughout their training. In fact, many people believed that effort was not enough for this discipline when children younger than others had won.
After the semifinal ended, as predicted, Dash might not continue fighting when only Marcus was in the arena ready to fight.
"Witnessing the events a moment ago, both you and I wondered if Dash Hale would continue participating in the tournament. It is true that the wound on his face seemed serious, but as long as the decision is approved by the doctors, there is nothing we, as spectators, can do."
As the presenter said this, just at the moment when a timer was about to be set to announce Dash's disqualification, he entered with his team, and when everyone saw him, the audience erupted in cheers.
"That boy must be sick! How does he have the balls to participate after almost having his brain knocked out?"
"Were you more drunk than you can handle, old man?! It's obvious that those blows did nothing to him; he crushed his opponent even when he was attacked by surprise."
The presenter, seeing the excitement of the audience and knowing that the battle would continue as planned, smiled excitedly and shouted, "All right, let the fight begin!"
In his seat, Frederick maintained a discreet smile as he watched his son stand bravely in front of his opponent with no intention of leaving the fight because of a little blood.
Elena beside him said, "Our son is much crazier about fights than you; it was a blessing that you no longer fight."
"Sometimes I wish I could, if you hadn't stopped me, I would have crushed that man named Sensei who ordered that Latin boy to attack our son."
Elena smiled and said, "You know there are better ways to destroy a person; patience is winning with flavor."
"You're right..."
...
"Dash, be careful!" Devon next to him looked at her friend seriously and wished him luck.
"Don't worry; I'll win, and in the meantime, you must rest to fight in your best condition." Dash, after saying this, climbed into the arena and looked at his opponent with complete seriousness.
"He's here!" Marcus said very excitedly, looking at the wound that Antoni had caused him and smiled slightly.
"It seems like you thought you would win without fighting, but to your surprise, that won't be the case, and before you lift your dream prize, you must beat me!" Dash said, using a more defensive fighting stance to avoid being hit in his open wound.
The referee looked at the competitors and nodded, extending his hands straight up and said, "Look at me, Bow."
"Look at each other, Bow!"
Dash and Marcus greeted each other; then the referee started the match.
"Fighting!"
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