"Oh my God, Devon, look at my beautiful face, how battered it is from that savage punch!" Dash exclaimed as he entered the guest room where Devon had spent the night.
Dash's sudden shout woke up Devon, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that strange face in front of her. Then, due to her grogginess, she asked, "Who are you?"
"Oh... I thought I woke up a bit swollen, but for you not to recognize me, that hurt a bit... But never mind, should we use makeup to cover this embarrassing battle scar?" Dash's face was very close to Devon's, who had just woken up.
"My whole body hurts; I thought I hadn't been hit as hard as it actually happened..." Devon sat up in bed and turned her head to see how Dash had sprawled out next to her, staring at the ceiling.
She was regaining composure after he had burst into her room recklessly; in truth, she was the only one who could see that side of Dash, as she was the closest thing he had to a relationship beyond just being friends. No one got bored of each other, which was something very special because achieving this in a friendship at a young age is rare. Many children at a certain age tend to disdain relationships or feel embarrassed by insignificant things, but they, being more mature than kids their age, didn't care about those things. Dash had considered acting a bit more in line with his age, but he really couldn't because in front of Devon, he didn't want to show anything other than his true self.
"Shouldn't you put some ice on?" Devon asked while looking at her cellphone.
"I don't want to..."
Dash didn't move from his position; the truth was that his body hurt because his excellent defense had received many stronger blows than he could handle, and that was due to his small stature. No matter how good he was at Karate or Kung Fu, the blows from people bigger than him up to a certain age would always cause him harm, something he had to keep in mind.
"Hey, do you think we'll become famous or something?" Dash looked at Devon and saw her watching a video of a cat dancing strangely.
"You know the chances of Karate becoming famous again are if we go viral if someone uploads our fights on the internet, which is unlikely. Besides, why do you want to be famous?"
"To make money?" Dash looked at Devon and remembered that in these years, the children of the internet were becoming more and more prominent.
"Do you need money?" Devon didn't understand Dash's point in this case.
"Listen, maybe we don't need money now since our upbringing is our parents' obligation, but we must keep in mind that it won't always be like that, and it's good to have insurance in case we get kicked out of everything that wouldn't happen, but we must be prepared."
"And do you think the best way is to be famous? That's not as appealing as you're dreaming it to be. You can't even go to the bathroom without being photographed; what good is that besides having money?"
Upon hearing that question, Dash thought Devon had a point and said, "We should upload videos to the internet, put on chicken masks, and show others some of our best moves."
Devon thought about it and believed it wasn't a bad idea to spend the little time they had outside of training, so she said, "Do you think anyone will watch us?"
Dash nodded and said, "Just think how amazing it would be ten years from now when someone sees kids showing Kung Fu or Karate moves and in the future winning a major national competition; that would be insane." Dash said as he got up from the bed.
"Well, but you'll have to join the school debate club..." Devon smiled when she knew she had a weapon to lure Dash into one of the most satisfying clubs she wanted to belong to.
"Well, but I won't participate on the side that doesn't seem right; are you okay with that?"
"Yes, but better go get some ice..."
When Devon saw Dash leave the room, she was about to wash her face when she heard a shout, "Dash Hale, didn't you put the ice I gave you last night?"
"It melted, Mom, the heat was so intense that I even think I passed out last night..."
"Then I'll have to take you to the hospital again for them to check that bump."
"This is like a trophy; you shouldn't panic and take me to a hospital where all they'll give me are anti-inflammatories."
Dash's shouts in defense of not going to the hospital were so loud that they were heard throughout the house. Devon, who shook her head at the arguments, murmured, "You're the one needed on the debate team; very few could have such a good argument about the topics we wander off to."
The afternoon yesterday after coming from the hospital wasn't anything remarkable; both spent it resting while the adults talked about many other boring things that they didn't care about.
Dash had invited her to judge the console, and at some point, he fell asleep without putting ice on the wound on his head. For that same reason, he had woken up with his face slightly swollen and purple.
During the rest of the day, many things were discussed that would be taken into account for the flood of applications to the Sakura Bushido Dojo, and the conclusion was that both sought quality over quantity. Not everyone has the willpower to carry out the exercises done at Sakura Bushido, so to avoid seeing new faces that would disappear the next day, the rules for entry would be much stricter.
After that crazy morning, Dash spent the day complaining to Devon, who spent her time taking pictures of his embarrassing mark as a champion, having his reputation as the next dragon warrior affected. The story of a legend according to Dash, to which Devon replied that it was for the documentary of his future legend.