What did it really mean to be a fighter?
Adam, in the not so distant past, had never loved fighting. Fighting was just a struggle for him, a means to an end. His skills, as good as they were, were useless in the world at the end of the day.
He did not wish to train for a year only to be pummeled on the ring in front of hundreds or even thousands of people.
But, he had no choice, or rather, he had made his choice already and there was no backing up from the path which he had taken. His so-called dignity was useless in front of the simple reality of an even uglier but even simpler desire. The desire for money and luxury…
He just did not want to be poor and insignificant in this world. He hated having to save for money while his friend could splurge without having to think for even a second.
Having to give excuses every time they had an activity because he was unable to go there due to money constraints was even more painful for the young him.
