Kapitel 19: What do you want?
That same weekend, Dash learned that Devon couldn't participate in training because she was visiting her grandmother. However, he told her it wasn't important since he also had plans and wouldn't be able to train much. In that case, what he had been doing was practicing jumps and kicks in the air. With a young body, Dash could do things he had never done before, and he easily began hitting a training dummy.
Pum! Pum! Pum!
After dozens of kicks using spinning kicks, Dash moved on to rising kicks, descending kicks, butterfly kicks, and hook kicks. All his kicks were precise, and only because he hadn't faced real opponents, he didn't know what level he was at the moment.
"Your strikes should be faster, stronger, and smarter..."
At that moment, Mr. Kim's voice came from behind where Dash was engrossed. With his typical haggard appearance, Mr. Kim walked toward the training dummy and kicked it.
Pum!
The kick sent the training dummy flying; the force was directed towards the chest, and the impact force was such that the blow itself seemed very strong.
"If you're going to face guys with much more experience than you, you should focus on close combat and train more abundantly in a single doctrine. Although Kung Fu is diverse, you don't have time to compare yourself to students with much more discipline than you, and you must get used to the idea that you could be defeated in the preliminaries."
Dash understood this point; it was challenging to beat students with much more experience and combat experience than him. The chances of winning were few, but he still wanted to try.
"I want to try, I don't mind if I lose. I want to prove that I'll be even stronger." Dash walked toward the training dummy and lifted it.
Looking at Dash's knuckles, Mr. Kim raised his eyebrows and said, "That's why you'll train with me on the upper part of your body, and when you're tired, we'll go for the lower part. At least, you should have experience in combat, and I'll make sure to teach you properly."
"Then, Master, can we practice now?" Dash asked much more confidently than when he started.
"We can do it. Get into position."
Dash nodded and raised his fists while slightly leaning his body. His gaze focused on his master's body, and at one point, he began to move.
Mr. Kim, with his serious face and penetrating eyes, received hard blows and began guiding Dash through the fundamental movements. Dash's grace and agility surprised Mr. Kim, who, although he didn't show it, saw innate potential in his young disciple.
When he started training Dash, he thought he would give up in a week, but contrary to that, he has worked even harder to train himself, and he was totally convinced that he wanted to participate in the tournament that would be held in China.
As the session progressed, Dash immersed himself more in the flow of the fight; his movements became faster and more fluid.
Mr. Kim, initially confident in his skills, began to notice exceptional skill in Dash's movements, a gleam of ability that went beyond his young age and was more akin to true masters.
"I must use my kicks more..." Dash trusted his kicks more than any other movement, so he tried to perform a hook kick.
But at that moment, just as he was about to execute a feinting move, a palm landed on his left shoulder, causing him to step back.
"That's enough for today; you've been training for a long time, so you should focus on resting."
Dash wanted to continue, but he was really tired, so he bowed and went straight to take a cold shower.
Mr. Kim, who was wiping off sweat, looked at his palms, which were sore from the strong blows, and murmured, "He really has a lot of talent; there's something more than just wanting to learn martial arts, and that will take him far..."
...
On the morning of the next day, Dash went to class like any other normal day, and the rest of the day passed normally.
During lunch, Devon said she had to attend some things related to an exhibition that many local schools were organizing, to which Dash nodded and went alone to the cafeteria for breakfast.
The food was simple, and although it wasn't appetizing, he ate what was safer since the last thing he wanted was to get sick from food he normally wouldn't taste. Besides, he wasn't picky; the food here reminded him of hospital food, so he would start bringing lunch from home.
Devon stopped Dash on his way back to the classroom after breakfast when there was still a little more time. She looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Surely you're not doing anything out of the ordinary without inviting me, right?"
"Not at all. I still haven't decided whether to fight against students, as I told you a few days ago..." murmured Dash, slightly thoughtful.
"It's a shame; it would have been a good memory for today..." Devon, along with Dash, returned to the classroom, and soon after, classes began.
"By the way, today I will talk to my dad about the tournament and propose the idea about going to China..."
"Good luck with that." Devon knew how Dash's relationship with his parents was, so all she could say was good luck.
For the rest of the day, there was nothing interesting. Dash and Devon agreed to meet later for today's training.
...
In the Hale Liquors building, Dash got out of a car and walked through the familiar place, heading to his father's office.
As usual, he didn't spend much time with his father, but he gave him attention when he needed something from him.
That's why today, he wanted to talk to him about the tournaments and hope for his approval.
When Frederick saw Dash enter his office, he looked at him for a moment and asked, "Well, what do you want?"
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Kapitel 20: Communication
Dash looked at his father and said, "I don't remember if I mentioned it, but I recently found out about a Kung Fu tournament happening in China, and I would like to participate since the friend I told Mom about is taking part. But before that, I'd like to know what you think."
Frederick set aside what he was doing, and after contemplating his son's words for a while, he said, "I don't think you're ready, am I wrong?"
Wasting people's time is something Frederick despises, and Dash was aware of this. Still, he tried to sound somewhat understanding about what he had been thinking lately before making this request.
For him, going to China and participating in the tournament where Dre would fight seemed crazy, as his parents might not approve. He didn't know how to face it, but recently, he had learned from Devon that there was an annual Karate tournament in the Valley. So, after finding out that this tournament was much earlier than the one in China, he wanted to try something.
"I admit I have no idea about the skill level of the guys in China; they might be much better. But I won't know unless I participate in that tournament."
After relaxing a bit, Dash looked his father in the eyes and said, "But I have a more convincing proposal..."
"Do you want me to believe you'll win the tournament if I take you?" Frederick asked, trying to figure out what his son would say to convince him to go.
"It's not that," Dash smiled a bit and said, "Devon told me about a Karate tournament in the Valley held once a year. I researched the dates of both tournaments, and the one held here is before the one in China. I wanted to propose that if I win that tournament, you'll consider taking me abroad."
In fact, Dash had planned to start with this point, but talking to his father was a bit more complicated than he always thought because he needed to be careful about his behavior. The education he had received was clear, so if he broke some of the behaviors he should always have when they were around, he would be punished.
"What's it called?" Frederick asked, thinking that this proposal was more convenient than the previous one.
"It's a Karate tournament for the entire Valley, where they gather Dojos, and they crown a male champion. I don't want to sound arrogant, but if I perform well, I'd like you to consider taking me to China."
The only way to shine was to take risky bets, and for this proposal, Dash wanted to risk everything and know that he had his father's support. If he didn't win a Karate tournament or didn't perform well, he knew he would make a fool of himself in China. For that, Dash would prefer to stay home and train until he reached the right level to win the Karate tournament.
"That sounds much better, but if you want us to go to China, you'll have to win the tournament, and only then will we consider it. You know I like victories; I don't show up in places where I know I wouldn't stand out. Life is like that, and you have to be prepared for it."
"Then, if I win, I'd like to participate in China. But there's a small problem, and that's the divisions that don't exist in the karate tournament... As you know, Devon and I have trained together, so it wouldn't be fair for her to participate in a male tournament. It would be preferable if a female division were opened."
To be honest, Dash and Devon found no information about whether women were admitted to the karate tournament. Maybe no woman who joined had won a single tournament, but if it's an annual competition, it's not much of a problem to open a female division.
"Besides, if she participates in the same division, it wouldn't be fair to have only one winner. In that sense, I want you to talk to a committee member organizing the tournament to see if it's not too much to ask to open a female division."
"Are you blackmailing me?" Frederick asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm just asking for help from my father. I'm afraid that if I fight against Devon, I may not be able to exert my strength over her, not because she's weak, but because she's someone important to me."
At this point, Dash had only this easy option, which was to ask his father for help. If he refused, then he would dig deeper to talk to someone from the committee and find out if they were interested in opening a female competition. If not, Devon would have to participate in a division where she would be at a disadvantage for obvious reasons. It was already difficult for her to face larger girls than her, so it wouldn't be fair for them to be men as well.
"Fine, I'll handle it." Frederick nodded, and after nodding, he said, "If you win this tournament, I'll take you to China. Just train well and focus."
Dash remained silent after hearing these words and wondered, is this his father? Not that he had doubts about it since he knew him, but things like this, he thought his father wouldn't pay attention to.
"Oh, thanks, Dad. I'll go then..." Dash said as he bid farewell to his father.
When Dash left, Frederick pressed a button and said after a call connected, "Cancel all current appointments; I'll be out for some time."
In fact, he had heard about this tournament because Mr. Kim had overheard Dash and Devon talking about it, so he did some research. After finding out what bothered his son, he would try to resolve it.
"Do you need me to accompany you, sir?" A worker asked, looking at Frederick as he left the office.
"I won't be long; you can wait here..."
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