Kapitel 81: The Dragon Warrior
The driving force that ignited a fire in my heart was the anger of feeling weak, lying on a hospital bed most of the time until my death. When I was young, I was just a scared child who struggled for breath with each inhale. Like many other kids, there wasn't much difference in my case, but what set me apart from the rest is that I was abandoned by those I thought were my family.
But I don't blame them, for even on the brink of death, they continued to support me, never ceasing to provide money for my hospital care. If it weren't for them, I might have died much earlier than when it actually happened.
A lifetime of suffering was enough for me to judge people who waste their healthy bodies and disdain others for their appearance, skin color, or tone of voice. It seemed ridiculous to think that I would never have the chance to escape that hell, but everything changed when I died and woke up in a completely healthy body—my body if I had never had that lung disease. I truly began to seize this new opportunity that fate had given me.
At the age of twelve, I won a Karate tournament that I continued to dominate for the next four years without losing a single match. The only five-time champion for five consecutive years, not counting the tournaments I had won in China. At twelve, I became a major tournament champion, earning the title of the Dragon Warrior.
Throughout those years, during vacations, I participated in tournaments in Japan and South Korea, never losing a single battle. Accompanied by Devon, who had also won countless championships abroad and was a three-time Karate tournament champion without losing a single match except for a few overseas.
The only reason she didn't win more championships in the All Valley is that she didn't participate; she had been ill during the tournament week and couldn't compete, which was a real headache at the time. Perhaps because the illness wasn't real but a normal condition in women, Dash could participate in tournaments and win on her behalf.
It can be said that over the past four to five years, the life I have been living has been fulfilling, but there's a small problem—no matter what I did, I wasn't famous. I could have won countless tournaments, but Sakura Bushido never surpassed thirty-five core students. Most dropped out halfway through the year, others in the first months, and some didn't even enroll.
The truth was unfortunate, but Dash, who remained the Dragon Warrior, didn't care about these meaningless things. As long as he kept winning, he would eventually lead Sakura Bushido to world championships.
But that event had not yet presented itself, so Dash, who was now thinking about other things, deviated a bit from any other goal he had already achieved...
Time flows like water, and in the blink of an eye, five years had passed. Although numerous things had happened, none of them were as noteworthy as to be mentioned.
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!
Early in the morning, Dash woke up to the alarm set for six in the morning, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he began preparing to jog a bit. Wearing a sportswear with Sakura Bushido logos, Dash left the house and started running near the residence where he had lived his entire life.
By the way, now that he had two younger brothers, one four years old and the other two, it was a bit frustrating to be at home since all they wanted was to stick to him like glue.
"Hoo... Hoo... Hoo..." As Dash ran, he could feel the cold air rushing into his throat quickly and expelling just as fast within a few seconds.
He had stopped feeling tired from these simple morning runs, as he was in good condition even if he didn't train very often now, as he did other things besides training, such as participating in the high school debate group. Devon had dragged him into that group only to end up arguing with others in the various debates they held. There was even a time when he almost got into a fight with a girl from another school after she called him crazy over an argument.
Remembering all those crazy events, Dash just smiled as he returned home after thirty minutes of moderate jogging.
"Should I get a little dog?" That was Dash's first thought as he entered the house and headed to his room for a quick shower, not before practicing a bit.
In his spacious room, Dash demonstrated a series of perfectly executed punch techniques that flowed naturally with the movement of his feet. The echoes of the punches could be heard in his room, demonstrating how effective and fast they were thrown.
After finishing the practice, Dash stopped while stabilizing his breathing.
"Excellent..."
Taking off his sweat-soaked clothes, Dash, who now measured around six feet, headed for the shower and sighed as he felt the water running over all his muscles. Truth be told, he never trained to have all the muscles in his body exposed; his intention was simply to surpass himself and nothing more. But in the process, he had to gain muscle mass to increase his strength and reinforce the muscles in his body.
Dash, with a very attractive face, kept the same messy hairstyle and changed into a simple set of clothes before grabbing a quick bite before heading to school.
"Are you done?"
As soon as Dash came down from his room again, he saw his mother sitting at the table having lunch.
"I just finished now. Did Dad go straight to work?" Dash walked to the kitchen and brought a plate of cookies.
"Yes, now that you have a driver's license and an incredible yet dangerous car, you must be careful not to overdo it and respect all the stop signs." Elena didn't look at Dash because she knew perfectly well that he would get angry about his son's poor diet.
"Don't worry, Mom. Instead of crashing into a child, I'll crash into an old man—gotta differentiate things."
"You know I hate those dark humor jokes you make. When will you stop making them?" Elena sighed as she adjusted her glasses.
"It's an innocent joke, Mom. I have to go to school now." Dash bid farewell to his mother with a kiss on the cheek and left the house. Now their relationship was much closer; due to his age, Dash discovered that he didn't have to be very strict with his behavior and decided to be more open with his parents.
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Kapitel 82: School Has Never Been Boring
Exiting his house, Dash spotted his 1963 Ford Mustang Boss 429—the car his father had gifted him when he turned fifteen and had supposedly kept secret all this time. This car was a beauty, a classic that everyone has seen at some point due to how incredible and exclusive they are. One could identify them just by their distinctive gray color, two black stripes running from the front to the rear, and the incredible roar of the V8 engine—a beautiful car representing speed in a single machine.
"Hello, my dear companion, let's take you for a ride..." mumbled Dash as he sat in the driver's seat and started the vehicle.
Vroom!!!
The powerful sound of the engine was a sweet auditory melody for classic car enthusiasts. Of course, Dash was indifferent to what he drove, but he couldn't deny that he had a beautiful car.
As he always did, Dash drove to Devon's house to pick her up, and from there, they headed to school. This whole process made Dash wonder if going to school was enjoyable, as the things he could do there were limited.
He knew that being in the first year might bring some novelty, but so far, all he could see were kids bullying others and many cases of boring fights that led nowhere. When Dash parked at Devon's house, he didn't get out; he simply turned off the car engine and sent a simple message to his friend: "[The frog has reached the well, come out, and let's go to the reformatory.]"
As soon as Dash sent the message, Devon, wearing a large black sweatshirt, emerged from the house and walked towards the other door of the car without even stopping.
"How was your weekend?"
Dash's question didn't catch Devon by surprise; this weekend, she had spent it at home reading and working on research about an important topic for the debate club, so they didn't meet as they usually did.
"Don't even mention it; it was a complete headache to research animal experimentation..." Devon, who enjoyed debating, had to team up with Dash, who had refused from the start to research for the debates if he joined that club. She knew this wouldn't stop Devon, who without a second thought dragged him into the club and told him she would take care of everything. Now, thinking about it, she feels a bit guilty for not helping him, but there were more incredible things than arguing with words, according to the old Dash.
"We're on the opposing team; I have some valid arguments that could serve us for that debate..." Dash first went to a cafe to stay awake because if he didn't have some caffeine, he would fall asleep in class.
On the way, Devon reflected: "Experimenting with animals is justified when the research is fair, but some do it unjustifiably, like experimenting with chemical weapons. There's no data on those, so they won't have much to go against us."
Dash furrowed his brows and asked, "According to what I read this weekend, practically all Nobel Prize winners in Medicine since 1901 have relied on data obtained from animal models."
"That's obvious; we share 95% of our genes with mice, making them an effective model to apply to humans," Devon said, intervening with real data on the issue of animal experimentation.
"Do you think we'll win?" Dash frowned as he drove by the window and ordered two lattes.
"Absolutely, those arguing against won't have many valid arguments to oppose animal experimentation." Devon was confident that they would win this debate.
When Dash passed by the window, he took the coffees and handed them to Devon, who was reviewing some notes. To be honest, the two were the only ones who could stand each other without instinctively attacking.
"There are chocolate donuts; do you want one?"
"We shouldn't eat so much sugar in the morning. Do you have any idea of what we need to study for the debate?"
"We just need to divide the arguments into three points: medical, social, and human evolution. There's no need for anything else in this debate, don't stress too much." Dash, who eventually ordered a box of chocolate donuts, also handed it to Devon, who was totally lost in her morning food obsession.
"We exercise a lot; eating donuts will only give us a bit more energy for the debate later." Dash said as he took a big bite of the huge donut in his hand.
Devon shook her head and, after smiling, began eating without paying more attention to Dash, who was driving. As they drove, there was no need to rush to school, so they took the long route, and when they arrived, they still had plenty of time to plan.
"Do you know the guy we got on the team?" Devon walked alongside Dash by the lockers and asked, not remembering his name.
Dash turned his head and muttered, "I have no idea. We left that day because we were in a hurry to go to that new restaurant..."
"Damn, now I remember..."
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