Kapitel 36: Dojo Log 420

[Dojo Log (or Diary for the idiots unlike the mighty dojo master!) Day 420]

So, shit happened. When I said shit, I meant like massive shit happened. I don't even know how to recover from this.

What happened, you ask? Well, let me just spend all the time I should be working into writing my backstory that I've written like five times this past week because I don't think I have much of a job anymore.

Where should I begin with? I began doing this because I once saw a damn awesome movie with this martial art tournament as the main focal point when I was a kid. (P.S. Whenever I talk to my son about this, he always talks about the lame reboot of the movie and how it's the greatest thing in the world. Bitch, how dare you!) Anyway, ever since then, I thought of it as my destiny to chase after this.

So, that's exactly what I did. I made my poor parents spend their hard earned money to send me to a dojo and promised them that I'll be a prodigy in this art. Little did I know that they would take a little kid's assurance a little too seriously and spend literally their entire life savings into it. Hence, when i actually got bored of this shit, I couldn't just back out of it and had to go on with what my idiotic ass said back when I was a kid.

However, unlike in my childhood, once I became a teenager, I learned that becoming a prodigy is totally not my thing. I learned that prodigies have some unique talent in that field. Those guys put in a substantial amount of effort. And I did jack shit. So, I gave up on becoming a prodigy and tried becoming a regular guy winning regular district championships.

And that's when I knew that I'm one of the worst of the lot and I'm not even qualified to be the district champion. I was trashed in the first round. I didn't have any excuse. If it was the champion who beat me, at least that would be a proper excuse. Ultimately, I was just not that good.

My crazy parents however, continued believing in me and spent their money to buy my way into becoming a master. They bought off all the belts. It was easy though, give the master some extra cash and you are automatically qualified. The fun thing is, they still considered me as a prodigy. I wonder which prodigy buys their way like I did.

Anyhow, knowing that I can't just tell my parents the harsh truth that I suck, I decided to go on with it. I participated in various tournaments, lost thoroughly to those master-level martial artists. Unlike me, they didn't entirely buy their way through, so they were quite powerful.

Finally, after four full years of leeching off my parents' blood, sweat and tears, I won the municipal corporation's martial arts tourney by sheer dumb luck, since my scheduled opponent got constipation and withdrew from the tournament.

I got what I needed; an accomplishment. I used it to start a dojo of my own. Since the tournament occurred relatively far away from my home, no one knew how I won it. They just knew that I won it. So, I swindled my way into people knowing me as a respectable dojo master.

Since I was a tournament winner, parents sent their children to me. Hence, my dojo became a reputable one with a number of kids. With this, my parents were happy. Too happy that they ended up getting a stroke and died in consecutive days. I feel sorry for them. I wonder what would've happened if they were actually blessed with a prodigy unlike the garbage that I was. They would have done everything in their power to make their kid taste success. Poor lot died without enjoying their own life.

After their death, I learned that on top of everything they've done for me, they actually left me a inheritance of quite a hefty amount. They sure were crazy about me! Anyway, there's always this one loose mouth guy in a family. In mine, it was my uncle who actually walked around the town revealing that my parents left me a small fortune. By the end of it, many people knew about that.

So now, I had money and a stable job. Therefore, in came marriage proposals. Since I was rejected every time I asked someone out, I decided this would be a better way for me and ended up marrying my wife and had a child with her. My life was going perfectly fine, although, my son's just like me though. He said he wanted to learn some stuff too, knowing how that ended up for me, I denied it. He calls me a bad father now. I don't care. I will raise him as a doctor that'll let him have a decent life at the age of fifty five.

Putting those things aside, let's talk about what's been happening these days. So, suddenly one day, this random dude started to stand guard to my dojo. No, I didn't appoint a security, but this guy stared through the window pane the entire time I took my classes. Like, he's full on giving out a creepy stare. I was half sure that he ain't some guy checking out his girlfriend in my dojo, because that would be downright illegal since the guy looks around thirty and all the girls in my dojo are under eleven. Therefore, I kept that in mind.

Next, I confirmed it with the kids in my dojo. It wasn't their relatives either. Now, my first theory seemed plausible. Just like me, the kids' parents were also suspicious of this creepy dude who could possibly be a pedophile. Thus, they asked me to make him leave the premises.

So, I did. However, he always ended up by the window, when I took my classes. Creeped out by this, many parents withdrew their kids from their dojo and it got a bad name of having a pedophilic stalker around. Now that I think about it, my stupid ass should've just called for the police back then. Why didn't I do that?

Anyhow, I striked down my fees quite considerably so that I could keep the money saving parents in my clasp. Therefore, the classes went as usual, but with a particular someone staring at the window until the classes were done.

However, there's this one thing in common. He always ends up leaving right after I finish the classes. He doesn't annoy me or the kids, so I was for some reason tolerating this stalking rather than reporting it to the police. I really hate my decisions sometimes.

Anyway, yesterday, this changed. This guy followed me literally everywhere I went. At first, I wasn't sure this was the case. However, once I saw him follow me into a restroom one kilometer away from the dojo, I was pretty much sure. So, I decided not to go to some deserted place and tried blending with the crowd instead.

Now that I think about it, I could've gone straight to the police station back then. My goodness! All the time to report it, but my fucking brain decided to leave on a vacation or something it seems.

Anyhow, blending didn't work as he followed me all the way through back to my dojo, where I was supposed to have my evening classes, the one emptied up now because of this guy. Since he did something different from normal, I decided to do it for once as well. I approached him.

That's when I learned that he's not familiar with our dialect and it seems that he wanted to join the dojo for the longest time, but was unsure about how he should approach about it. I felt bad for judging him by the creepy stare. Therefore, I invited him into my dojo.

Even though he knew nothing of what I spoke to him, he understood my actions. He absorbed all the stances and moves like it was child's play. Maybe this is what people call a prodigy? How would I know? He might just totally suck and it might just be that I can't judge his aptitude since I'm the worst.

So, what's the upside, you ask? Well I got a new pupil who may or may not be the prodigy I longed to become. Oh, you want to know the downside too? Well for one, I got little to no pupils now and my new pupil's the one responsible for it. And this new pupil is one who might not even know when it's time to pay or when to arrive for classes. Well, he might know when the classes are since he stared at these windows for the longest time.

Well, then. I just don't know how this will end up or if he's gonna come tomorrow or if he's just a stalker mole placed by some rival of mine to destroy my business or something else. I'll just have to wait till tomorrow and see what's up. I'll write an update about it sooner or later.

Until then, ciao.