the sound of their voices echoing like a soft melody that cut through the warm air as the Sekai Taikai qualifiers took place. I didn't want to fight that day, the weight of guilt for winning the last tournament dancing in my chest like a dark flame that cut through the silence—yes, I felt sick every time I looked at Larusso, the sound of that shame cutting through the air like a thunder I couldn't extinguish. As the qualifiers continued, the weight of that decision danced on my shoulders like a melody I wanted to abandon, ready to leave it all behind. But Clark stopped me, the sound of his voice cutting through the air like a soft flame that danced in my chest, rekindling a strength I thought I had lost.
That idiot… Ever since I met him, the sound of his words cut through the silence like a melody I couldn't ignore, the weight of that skill dancing in my heart like a flame I wanted to protect. That night, Miguel threw a party to celebrate it all, the sound of the music cutting through the air like a joyful thunder that danced around, and I used that moment to tell Larusso the truth about the tournament Silver had bought, the weight of that confession cutting through the silence like a sharp knife I needed to use. But everything went wrong, the sound of that night dancing in my chest like a dark melody that cut through the air.
I confronted Larusso, the weight of those words cutting through the silence as she told him everything, the sound of her fury echoing like a wild thunder that danced in her chest as she attacked me. But that wasn't the worst part—the sound of her voice cutting through the air like a flame that burned as she screamed to everyone that I had slept with Clark, the weight of that truth dancing like a melody that I couldn't erase. She wasn't wrong, the sound of that accusation cutting through the silence like a knife that I deserved, I who had run to her house to throw everything in her face, the weight of that guilt dancing in my chest like a dark flame. Roby was there, the sound of Miguel's words cutting through the air as he listened to everything, the weight of that shock dancing across his face like a melody that cut through the silence. He ran, the sound of his footsteps cutting through the air like a wail I couldn't ignore, and I followed, the weight of that chase dancing in my chest like a flame I wanted to extinguish, but he pushed me away, the sound of that anger cutting through the air as it left, the weight of that rejection echoing like dark thunder.
I arrived home, the silence cutting through the air as the weight of that night danced in my chest like a melody I couldn't silence. "I felt relieved…" I murmured, the sound of that confession cutting through the silence like a soft flame, relieved that it was over, the weight of being with Roby while loving someone else cutting through the air like a thunder I couldn't bear to carry any longer. The guilt I felt by his side was overwhelming, the sound of that pain dancing in my chest like a dark melody that cut through the silence with every look we exchanged.
The next day, Sensei Kim arrived with a stone doll, the sound of the order cutting through the air as he made me strike it until my hand broke, the weight of that cruelty dancing like a flame that cut through the silence. "That bitch…" I muttered, the sound of pain cutting through the air as my hand still hurt to this day because of that shit, the weight of that punishment dancing in my chest like a melody I couldn't erase. Days later, Larusso came to my house, the sound of her footsteps cutting through the silence like a soft flame as she apologized for everything, the weight of that reconciliation dancing on her face like a melody I didn't expect.
I told her how I felt about Clark, the sound of those words cutting through the air like a melody dancing in my chest, the weight of that love echoing like a flame I couldn't hide. She gave me carte blanche, the sound of that permission cutting through the silence like a thunderclap I couldn't believe, the weight of that madness dancing in my mind as I thought she was insane—allowing me to be with her boyfriend, the sound of that generosity cutting through the air like a melody I couldn't play. That night, another fight erupted, the weight of that revelation dancing like a wildfire as we learned that Silver had set Kreese up, the sound of that raid cutting through the air as we entered his dojo and retrieved the footage from that day. A great battle against Cobra Kai began, the weight of the blows dancing like thunder that cut through the silence, until Clark arrived, the sound of his strength cutting through the air as he defeated everyone, the glow of that power dancing like a melody that I could not understand—almost supernatural, the weight of that force cutting through the silence like a flame that I wanted to understand.
Hours later, I would know everything, the sound of his voice cutting through the air as he told me, the weight of that truth dancing like a melody that cut through the silence. Before that, I wanted to talk to Roby, the sound of that intention cutting through the air as the weight of guilt danced in my chest like a flame I wanted to extinguish—I didn't want to be with him, but what had happened was wrong, the sound of that ending cutting through the silence like a melody that shouldn't have been so cruel. I was about to go find him, the weight of that decision dancing in my steps, when Clark took my hand, the sound of that touch cutting through the air like soft thunder as he led me to a corner, the weight of that moment dancing in my chest like a flame I couldn't ignore.
I didn't understand when he asked me to take the bandage off my injured hand, the sound of that order cutting through the air like a melody that danced in my mind, and then he told me to suck the blood from his hand—that madman! The weight of that shock cut through the silence like a sharp knife as I went crazy, the sound of him biting his own hand cutting through the air as the blood danced on his skin in front of me. But the important thing that night was what he told me, the weight of that revelation cutting through the silence like a flame that danced in my chest as he revealed who he was, the sound of his feelings cutting through the air like a melody that I wanted to hear forever—that he couldn't stand to see me with another, that he wanted me all to himself. When I heard that, the weight of everything I had kept inside exploded, the sound of that love dancing in my chest like wild thunder as I stayed with him, the heat of that moment cutting through the air like a flame that I wanted to consume completely. We didn't have sex because we were on the street, the weight of that limit dancing like a melody that cut through the silence, but I wanted it, the sound of that desire dancing in my chest like a flame that I couldn't put out.
I remembered my mother, the weight of that memory cutting through the air as the sound of worry danced in my chest—she wasn't okay. I spoke to him, the weight of that anguish cutting through the silence like a somber melody, and he took my mother to the hospital, the sound of that help dancing like a soft flame that cut through the air. For a moment, I thought that his blood, which had healed me before, could save her, the weight of that hope dancing in my chest like a melody I wanted to believe but didn't, the sound of his voice cutting through the silence as he explained that his blood only healed wounds, not illnesses, the weight of that limitation dancing like thunder that cut through the air. "My mother…" I whispered, the sound of that pain cutting through the silence as we spent the morning in the hospital, the weight of that loss dancing in my chest like a flame I couldn't rekindle. "I wish she were still alive… But I know that, sadly, she's gone… I miss her every day…"
That night, he stayed with me, the weight of his arms cutting through the air as he held me vulnerable for my mother, the sound of that strength dancing in my chest like a melody that cut through the silence. I knew then that what I felt for him was not wrong, the weight of that love dancing like a soft flame that I wanted to protect—there was no one else I wanted but him, the sound of that certainty cutting through the air like a thunderclap I could not extinguish. Days later, I began training in Myagi-Do, the weight of that choice dancing in my chest like a melody that cut through the silence as I searched for a new beginning.
Clark came to me that day, the sound of his voice cutting through the air as he challenged me, the weight of that challenge dancing like a playful flame cutting through the silence. "I can take away my powers for 24 hours to be fair… A karate match worth it… If I win, you'll date me…" The sound of those words cut through the air like a melody dancing in my chest, and I laughed, the weight of that idiocy cutting through the silence like a soft flame. That idiot… I thought we were already together… All he had to do was ask me out and I would have accepted without hesitation… He offered a wish first, the sound of that proposal cutting through the air, and then he made it better—a million dollars, the weight of that offer dancing like thunder cutting through the silence. I was speechless, the sound of that shock cutting through the air as disbelief danced in my chest, but I remembered he was a millionaire, the weight of that hesitation cutting through the silence as I accepted—that money could change my life and my brother's, the sound of that possibility dancing like a flame I wanted to grab.
After that, Roby asked me out on a double date with Miguel and another girl, the weight of that guilt cutting through the air like a dark melody as I accepted, the sound of that regret dancing in my chest like a flame I couldn't extinguish. The next day, I asked Larusso where Clark was, the weight of that curiosity cutting through the silence as she told me he had traveled to help a lost friend, the sound of that truth dancing like a soft melody. He traveled a lot, the weight of that constancy cutting through the air, but this time it was for a good cause, the sound of that selflessness dancing in my chest like a flame I wanted to protect. Days later, he came back, the weight of that return cutting through the silence as the day of our fight arrived, the sound of the blows cutting through the air like a quick melody that I won. "He wasn't very good at karate, but street fighting was another story…" I murmured, the weight of that theory dancing in my chest like a soft flame—maybe he only fought because he was embarrassed to ask me out or give me that million he knew I wouldn't accept normally, the sound of that thought cutting through the air like a melody I wanted to understand.
We went to a bank, the sound of his footsteps cutting through the air as he opened an account for me and gave me the million, the weight of those zeros dancing in my mind like a flame that cut through the silence—an amount I would never see in my life, the sound of that transformation echoing like a soft thunder that cut through the air while the love for him danced in my chest like a melody I wanted to protect forever.