Cobra Kai: The Dragon Warrior

"How's the fight going?" Dash asked Devon, who was watching it on television, broadcasting in real-time.

Devon didn't speak for a while as she watched the fight unfold. Dash, on the other hand, was being sewn up due to the larger-than-originally-intended opening. His limited vision remained closed, unable to see clearly what was happening, so he was very nervous about who would win the next fights and whether Danny would end up defeating his friend Cheng.

This fight was extremely important because there was no rival for the final; whoever won the next match would be the tournament winner. Everyone was celebrating, eager to know who this mysterious champion would be.

"The fight hasn't started yet," Devon said, looking at the wounds on Dash's body and knowing that despite how things had turned out, he was always a winner.

These wounds were similar to his previous victory, where he emerged as the victor just like this time. Even then, he didn't lose, and now he wouldn't either. Things often happen for a reason, and maybe what surrounded Dash was something he had earned through his efforts.

"This will be the last tournament I participate in, I promise," Dash said, tired of it all because he couldn't find any excitement in it.

He was different from his friends, who sought glory and defeated their rivals. Dash, as someone who appreciates life like any reasonable and grateful person, has no enemies. He has never had enemies, and now he won't. As long as differences don't involve his loved ones, he won't act.

At that moment, Terry appeared in the infirmary where Dash was being treated, and seeing him so badly injured, he said, "I was impressed to see you so injured, but still reaffirming your authority by beating that Korean."

"Are you here to find out if I'll keep fighting?" Devon looked at Terry a bit, disgusted by this fact.

Terry shook his head and said, "I just wanted to make sure Dash was okay, as I care about people from my country, that's all."

"How do you see your son?" Dash was not at all hostile towards this man, who had done nothing to him.

"He will surely win; I have full confidence in his abilities."

"That's good..."

"Excuse me?" Terry was confused by this.

Dash, who had just been treated, looked at Terry and said, "Danny doesn't fight for pleasure, but to make you happy. I suppose his interests lie outside martial arts."

Terry frowned, unconvinced by this, and asked, "How do you know that?"

"I know the look of someone when I see it; I suppose your son will do everything to get you the championship, but consider that his happiness lies elsewhere," Dash said before closing his eyes.

Terry didn't say anything; he couldn't sense any hostility from Dash, so after saying goodbye, he walked back to where his students were and remained silent.

Am I being a bad father?

I never considered Danny's feelings; maybe I should start over from there.