The Eyes of a Fighter

I catch my breath as I take in the arena. Thousands of people, in the stands, waiting for a battle. On a table in front of the stands, I see a giant trophy with a person doing a high-kick, with his fists to his side. In five minutes, I'll be on the stage fighting for a title. In five minutes, I'll be fighting for a reputation. In five minutes, I'll be fighting for who I am. I take a step forward and I remember to breathe.


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3. Chapter 3

"So, you chose me?" I ask, still shocked.

"Yes," My Grandmaster said as we walked toward the studio.

"Why?" I ask.

"You and Wendell are my star pupils," He said proudly. "He will be one of the people in the tournament with you,"

"Really?" I ask.

"You were one of the only people who were able to beat him at sparring."

"Awesome," I said.

"By the way, we have a newcomer joining us today. He's from Mississippi." He said.

"What's his name?"

"Mason,"

"How old is he?" I ask.

"Fifteen."

"A year older than me." I say.

"Yes," He nodded. "He has some experience, he will be joining today as a blue belt."

"In which group?" I asked.

"He will be in the group with Brandon and Carlee." He said.

"Are we doing sparring today?" I asked.

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Just wondering," I mumbled.

He opened the door to the studio and held it open for me.

"Thanks," I said as I walked inside.

I smiled as I take in the view. Sometimes, I think of the studio more as my home than the one I live in.

I look around and see Spencer sparring with Kaleb on the mats in the back. I see Madison chatting with Julie. I see familiar faces every where, either sparring, talking to others or sitting around waiting for instructions. Then I see him. A new face. He has brown cropped hair, tan skin and faded blue-green eyes.

I walk over to him, and he smiles.

"Hi," He greets me. "I'm Mason," He stuck out his hand for me to shake.

"I'm Aubin," I say, shaking his hand.

"Nice to meet you," He smiles warmly.

I return the smile, and look closer at his eyes. His eyes are like mine. Not the same color, but they are the same as mine. They are full of wonder and curiosity. Wired. Warm, but still cold. Tough and determined. Just like mine. Just like a fighter's.

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