Momentos antes de Sara mudar de profissão.Natan estava olhando para a figura graciosa de Sara enquanto caminhava em direção ao palco. Ele não pôde deixar de cair em suas memórias.Quando ele ainda estava no segundo ano do ensino fundamental, ele viu uma garotinha sendo intimidada por quatro alunos. Três deles eram mais velhos e um tinha a mesma idade que ele, parecendo ser o líder do grupo. Os três mais velhos estavam espalhados em três direções para evitar que a garota escapasse, enquanto o mais novo a encurralava contra a parede. Pelo olhar dela, ficou claro que ela estava com medo.Ao passar e ver essa cena, Natan já pensou em ajudar. Quando viu o menino mais novo levantar a mão para bater na garota, ele não pensou duas vezes e correu para ajudar. Os três hooligans nem tiveram tempo de reagir quando uma sombra passou por eles. Quando perceberam, Natan estava segurando a mão do menino, impedindo-o de bater na menina.O pai de Natan lhe ensinou artes marciais, e ele era muito talentoso, o que deixou seu pai muito feliz. Desde então, seu pai o treinava todos os dias, ensinando vários tipos de artes marciais. Por causa disso, ele não tinha medo desses hooligans. Empurrando o menino, ele se posicionou na frente da garota."Que tipo de homem você é, intimidando uma garotinha?" ele disse, enquanto seu olhar vagava por todos eles."Quem é você? Não se intrometa nos assuntos dos outros. Você sabe quem eu sou?" rosnou o menino que foi empurrado. Ele quase caiu quando Natan o empurrou; Se não fosse por seu companheiro, ele teria caído de bunda."Jovem mestre, você está bem?" o hooligan perguntou ao seu jovem mestre."Estou bem, mas quero espancá-lo. Atreva-se a ir contra este jovem mestre, acredite ou não, eu vou matar toda a sua família", gritou o jovem mestre com o rosto cheio de raiva.Natan ficou sem palavras com o tom grandioso do menino, mas não teve tempo para pensar. Assim que a voz do menino caiu, ele viu um dos hooligans correr em sua direção com o punho erguido.Sua posição era um pouco desfavorável; Ele sabia que tinha que ganhar terreno e proteger ao mesmo tempo. Quando o hooligan chegou perto o suficiente, ele deu um soco no rosto de Natan. Sendo mais velho, ele pensou que seria fácil acertar um garoto com meia cabeça mais baixo que ele, mas foi esse descuido que o fez pagar o preço.Quando o soco estava prestes a acertar o rosto de Natan, seu corpo se moveu para o lado, o que pegou o hooligan confiante desprevenido, mas naquele segundo de distração, ele sentiu uma dor na costela. Assim que Natan se esquivou, ele aproveitou a brecha para chutar a costela lateral do adversário. Após o baque, o hooligan cambaleou para o lado e caiu, ofegante, com o rosto cheio de dor. A força do chute foi muito poderosa. Uma criança pode ter tanta força?Todos ficaram atordoados e sem resposta. Quem imaginaria que um menino de 8 anos era tão forte? Aproveitando-se de todos estarem distraídos olhando para seu companheiro deitado no chão quase morto, Natan correu em direção ao oponente mais próximo. Ele correu e pisou na parede próxima, ganhando impulso para pular no ar. Virando o corpo, ele mirou no rosto do oponente, que rapidamente levantou as mãos para se defender. Ele só sentia dor nos braços; O impacto foi tão forte que o fez cambalear para trás. Ele só teve tempo de pensar que, se aquele chute tivesse atingido sua cabeça, ele poderia ter que dormir na cama por alguns dias. Seus braços estavam com muita dor com o impacto do chute, e ele percebeu que esse garoto não devia ser comum.When Natan landed on the ground, he felt something coming from behind. Without thinking twice, he rolled to the side to dodge the attack. When he saw who it was, he realized it was another hooligan who had recovered and came to help his friend."Damn, who is this kid? Quickly, beat him until he falls," the young master was already going crazy, but in reality, he just wanted these guys to distract Natan so he could escape. He knew these punks were no match for this kid.Hearing his young master's voice, the hooligan on the ground got up with difficulty; he could only swallow hard and fight. The three surrounded Natan, and Natan just looked at them and said nothing. They stared at each other for almost a minute; no one moved. When Natan thought about making the first move, the three hooligans moved first. Natan didn't waste time either; he ran towards them. Soon a round of beating began. Natan was very fierce, even fighting against three, he only suffered some blows when caught by surprise.A short time later, the three were lying on the ground with swollen faces and black eyes. After defeating the three, Natan turned his attention to the young master, but all he saw was an empty place. He was speechless, thinking he would fight to the death.At that moment, he realized he had been careless. He was so focused on the fight that he forgot there was one more person; he took note of this. Turning his face to the corner, he saw the girl looking at him, with her mouth open."Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" Natan asked cautiously, afraid his actions had scared the little girl.Hearing Natan's voice, the little girl came back to herself and realized she was in an embarrassing state, and a blush appeared on her face."I'm fine, thank you!" the girl said.Natan saw that she responded normally. He thought she was a shy girl, afraid to speak loudly, but it seems you shouldn't judge anyone by their appearance."What's your name?" the girl asked, raising her hand to twist her hair with her fingers.Hearing the question, Natan replied with a smile:"Natanael Marques, you can just call me Natan if you want!"The girl heard Natan say his name, her eyes lit up, and she was happy. Then, she introduced herself:"My name is Sara, Sara Collins.""Nice to meet you, Sara!" Natan said and extended his hand to greet her, with a smile on his face.Sara also extended her hand, and after they both shook hands, Natan turned and saw that it was getting late, and he needed to help at home."I have to go now, I have something to do, and you'd better get out of here in case these guys wake up," he pointed to the hooligans as he turned to leave.Before he took a few steps, Sara spoke once more:"I... can I be strong like you?" she asked with all her strength.Natan paused and looked at her. Instead of answering, he asked:"Why do you want to be strong?"He had a serious look and stared directly at Sara. Sara was a bit shy and looked away, but soon made some kind of decision and answered Natan sincerely."I want to be strong to protect my parents!" she said with conviction and looked Natan straight in the eyes.Realizing she was serious, Natan turned to leave. Seeing this, Sara felt a bit disappointed in her heart."If you want to be strong, come train with me every day after classes when you have time, then I'll teach you how to fight!"Hearing this, Sara was happy, and her eyes became moist. But soon her gaze became firm, and looking at Natan walking in the distance, she murmured softly:"Thank you."After that, Sara and Natan grew closer and soon became best friends. And to Natan's surprise, Sara was very talented. This relationship of theirs lasted almost two years until an incident happened that ended up separating the two.Natan returned to reality as, at that moment, a glow that covered the entire auditorium erupted from the pillar where Sara was undergoing the awakening ceremony. He was very surprised in his heart, as were all the others who looked at this scene in astonishment. He saw this whole scene from his place, saw the look of surprise on the teacher responsible for announcing, and he had to ask the director for instructions to confirm something. Then his voice sounded:"Sara Collins has awakened the profession..."All the students and teachers were silent at that moment, everyone perked up their ears to listen carefully.