Kapitel 241: The Dance of the Killer and the Healer
"A partnered dance?" Devon asked, looking at Mr. Kim, who had suggested they perform a dance to demonstrate their skills.
Dash, seated in the corner of the private room where they trained, envisioned a classical dance where both would execute coordinated movements to background music.
Dash's thoughts weren't entirely off the mark, but Mr. Kim had a much deeper idea in mind. He said, "Both of you know Kung Fu; coordinating a dance won't be too challenging."
"But is a dance really necessary?"
"Absolutely. It will showcase your martial arts to the audience and significantly boost your ranking points," Mr. Kim explained, holding competition information sheets.
Creating a choreography required perfect synchronization, a challenging feat since it demanded precise control of movements in tune with any potential background melody.
In response, Dash began training with Devon, initially mimicking a horse stance as they glided across the mat. They only needed to name the posture or action to execute the same move.
"Slide your hand slowly down your left front side and then swiftly clap upward," Mr. Kim instructed, assessing both of their coordination.
Dash and Devon moved like figures in perfect harmony, excited about the incredible result they could achieve in such a short time. Each admired the other's perfection, finding satisfaction in every small accomplishment.
"You're getting faster, Devon," Dash reminded him as he increased the speed of his movements.
Devon, in turn, adjusted her pace, observing Dash's long arms and advising, "You're not fluid; I can see you're stiff."
"I'm trying to adapt."
Their Northern Dragon martial art movements showcased perfectly with every synchronized step. Devon felt a deeper connection with Dash, while he, in some way, felt excited. They didn't know how well they were doing, but the thought of how others would perceive it filled them with incredible emotion.
After the training, Mr. Kim approached and said, "Both of you have done an excellent job. I'll send you the choreography this afternoon so you can familiarize yourselves with each other's movements."
Dash nodded in anticipation. After being relaxed for a while, it was time to train his body to regain the level he had before. It was mentioned that the level he lost was insignificant, given the years of work he had put in.
Dash had been changing during his recovery, and in that regard, what he lost over this time was inconsequential.
"Shall we train together?" Devon smiled discreetly, looking at Dash and awaiting his response.
Dash felt scrutinized and replied, "You know it would be better for you to train with three girls at once than with me. Do you really want to lose?"
"Are you being arrogant now?" Devon asked, looking closely at Dash.
"To be honest, we've never fought seriously before. The last time, we ended up completely forgetting about the movie."
"True, I'm still upset about losing to that school with only a Karate club, but if we could crush them next year,"
Dash nodded without saying anything, knowing Devon well enough to understand that it was better not to say anything.
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Kapitel 242: Rumors of a New Dojo
Silver Home
In this foster home, hundreds of homeless children were supported by a community of people, with the maintenance primarily funded by a single man. The place exuded warmth and hope. Upon entering, one would notice shelves filled with books, creating a cozy atmosphere for the children. Every corner was adorned with inspiring illustrations, encouraging imagination, and a love for reading.
"Mr. Terry Silver, we didn't expect you, but we're happy to have you here," said a caregiver, looking at the long-haired man sitting in the garden under a tree casting a vast shadow.
"I apologize for my abrupt visit to this place without an invitation, but I wanted to visit an old friend, so I stopped by in the meantime," said Terry Silver, who had come to this place to visit Kresse.
The lady, upon hearing these words, hurriedly replied, "It's never a bad time for you to visit. Would you like to see the facilities?"
"I don't have much time, but I do want to know who that boy is over there in the flowers." Terry Silver became interested in a boy who had been gazing at the flowers during this time.
"His name is Danny. He was brought here after his caregiver was targeted in a mob shootout a few months ago. The only issue is that this boy was used to harm people; his aggressiveness is barely being controlled."
Terry Silver's eyes fixed on Danny's hands, examining every part of his knuckles, realizing that this boy was a fully trained fighter.
"I'll stay for a few days. Do you think I can approach him to get to know him? I'm old, and I'm considering finding a son."
The caregiver smiled with joy and said, "That's wonderful, although I recommend you be cautious and not be too confident with the boy you're interested in."
"I know the right way to connect with people; surely, something will come to mind," said Terry Silver, looking at the motionless Danny.
...
"Terry, are you here to mock me?" In the visiting room of a prison, Kresse looked at the elderly man sitting in front of him and complained about seeing him only now.
"Come on, dear old friend, you know exactly that I wasn't interested in returning after Karate damaged my life so much." Terry Silver looked at his friend with a hint of disappointment.
A few weeks ago, Kresse visited him, inviting him to return to Cobra Kai and teach as a Sensei. However, not wanting to be involved in anything related to martial arts again, he declined. But as the days passed, that idea got into his head. Now that he had returned, he learned that Kresse had entered prison for serious offenses.
"So, why are you here?" Kresse asked with a bit of disgust.
Terry sighed deeply and said, "I'll create a new Cobra Kai with no partners, external relationships, or family feelings. I have big dreams awakened miraculously by you, but I'll play my cards differently because I won't seek any enemies."
Seeing how Kresse had ended up, Terry seriously considered taking a non-aggressive stance and teaching Karate with a genuinely good intention. But Kresse didn't exactly understand how Terry Silver would rise to fame with a well-established Cobra Kai, without considering the other two dojos that had incredible levels.
"With what fighters?"
"You'd be surprised by the incredible turns life takes when it puts you in the right moment and the right place. I already have my champion; I just need more numbers to appear more appealing. Besides, I believe your former student may accept joining me with the proposal I'll present to him later."
Upon saying the latter, Terry paused and pointed out, "My lawyers are working to further reduce your sentence, but I must say you've received the minimum sentence. Have you reconciled with the family you affected?"
"I never spoke to them," Kresse said in an annoyed tone.
It was then that Terry stood up and said, "Somehow, we'll crush the competition. Just rest well, and when you're out, Cobra Kai will dominate the world."
When Terry left the prison, he walked toward his car and looked at the boy sitting in the passenger seat. "Danny, is there anything you want to do?"
"Eat ice cream." Danny murmured with a monotonous voice, devoid of any emotion.
But as if Terry didn't care, he smiled faintly and nodded. "Then, let's go for ice cream."
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