Silver Home
In this foster home, hundreds of homeless children were supported by a community of people, with the maintenance primarily funded by a single man. The place exuded warmth and hope. Upon entering, one would notice shelves filled with books, creating a cozy atmosphere for the children. Every corner was adorned with inspiring illustrations, encouraging imagination, and a love for reading.
"Mr. Terry Silver, we didn't expect you, but we're happy to have you here," said a caregiver, looking at the long-haired man sitting in the garden under a tree casting a vast shadow.
"I apologize for my abrupt visit to this place without an invitation, but I wanted to visit an old friend, so I stopped by in the meantime," said Terry Silver, who had come to this place to visit Kresse.
The lady, upon hearing these words, hurriedly replied, "It's never a bad time for you to visit. Would you like to see the facilities?"
"I don't have much time, but I do want to know who that boy is over there in the flowers." Terry Silver became interested in a boy who had been gazing at the flowers during this time.
"His name is Danny. He was brought here after his caregiver was targeted in a mob shootout a few months ago. The only issue is that this boy was used to harm people; his aggressiveness is barely being controlled."
Terry Silver's eyes fixed on Danny's hands, examining every part of his knuckles, realizing that this boy was a fully trained fighter.
"I'll stay for a few days. Do you think I can approach him to get to know him? I'm old, and I'm considering finding a son."
The caregiver smiled with joy and said, "That's wonderful, although I recommend you be cautious and not be too confident with the boy you're interested in."
"I know the right way to connect with people; surely, something will come to mind," said Terry Silver, looking at the motionless Danny.
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"Terry, are you here to mock me?" In the visiting room of a prison, Kresse looked at the elderly man sitting in front of him and complained about seeing him only now.
"Come on, dear old friend, you know exactly that I wasn't interested in returning after Karate damaged my life so much." Terry Silver looked at his friend with a hint of disappointment.
A few weeks ago, Kresse visited him, inviting him to return to Cobra Kai and teach as a Sensei. However, not wanting to be involved in anything related to martial arts again, he declined. But as the days passed, that idea got into his head. Now that he had returned, he learned that Kresse had entered prison for serious offenses.
"So, why are you here?" Kresse asked with a bit of disgust.
Terry sighed deeply and said, "I'll create a new Cobra Kai with no partners, external relationships, or family feelings. I have big dreams awakened miraculously by you, but I'll play my cards differently because I won't seek any enemies."
Seeing how Kresse had ended up, Terry seriously considered taking a non-aggressive stance and teaching Karate with a genuinely good intention. But Kresse didn't exactly understand how Terry Silver would rise to fame with a well-established Cobra Kai, without considering the other two dojos that had incredible levels.
"With what fighters?"
"You'd be surprised by the incredible turns life takes when it puts you in the right moment and the right place. I already have my champion; I just need more numbers to appear more appealing. Besides, I believe your former student may accept joining me with the proposal I'll present to him later."
Upon saying the latter, Terry paused and pointed out, "My lawyers are working to further reduce your sentence, but I must say you've received the minimum sentence. Have you reconciled with the family you affected?"
"I never spoke to them," Kresse said in an annoyed tone.
It was then that Terry stood up and said, "Somehow, we'll crush the competition. Just rest well, and when you're out, Cobra Kai will dominate the world."
When Terry left the prison, he walked toward his car and looked at the boy sitting in the passenger seat. "Danny, is there anything you want to do?"
"Eat ice cream." Danny murmured with a monotonous voice, devoid of any emotion.
But as if Terry didn't care, he smiled faintly and nodded. "Then, let's go for ice cream."