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This dojo, which smelled of sweat that would make people pinch their noses and curse out loud before they even reach the door is a familiar sight to me. But the sound wasn't right. As much as i hated those stinky brat (That only came to hit on my distant cousin), training just didn't feel the same without them, the worst part of this eerie silence is probably how it keep remind me i'm about to sell grandfather's dojo to pay that 50.000$ dollar debt my good-for-nothing failure of a father left behind after his death.

Ren : "I'm sorry, i hope you can forgive me in heaven, grandfather, but i really have no other choice..."

I took a deep breath to clear my chaotic mind while also trying to lessen the guilt of selling grandfather's pride dojo
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I'm not proud of this, but once in a while i would have a emotional outburst (Like right now) when nodoby is around that even i can't control. I quickly regain my composure and put on that 'ice …show more content…
That soft feeling on my back make me blush to the ears. I turn around to look at my childhood friend. She's a 34D half-chinese girl with long black raven hair, her big charcoal eyes with a hint of mischievous look at me lovingly, even though she try her best to hide it, i can still see that sadness deep down in that pair of beautiful eyes. Our relationship is more like lover than childhood friend, but i never have the courage to confess and neither does she.

Momoko : "Your face is all red, Ren."

She said playfully. In this life time other than my grandparents, this girl, Tanaka Momoko; is one of the few people who can break my 'Ice Prince' expression. I'm about to reply but looking at Momoko make me speechless, today she's wearing a deep blue yukata with light pink flower patern on it. It's a thing we love to do since young, we would both wear yukata and play inside grandfather's dojo until we're dead tired. I show her some of the new moves that i learn from grandfather while she happily cheer for me.

Momoko : "Stop looking and say something already, you're embarrasing me !"

I let out a rare apologetic smile and said

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