Strike Hard: Miguel Diaz x Female!Reader

Chapter 72- Sensei V Sensei

Y/N and Miguel walked into their apartment complex to find Johnny balancing on one leg with the other raised high, mimicking the crane kick. "Oh, hey. Good timing. Think I've got a counter to LaRusso's bread-and-butter. I make like I'm gonna walk into it again and then at the last second, I slip under, shoulder check him in the balls, take him to the mat, elbow, elbow, elbow." Johnny rambled, panting as he showed his plan. "Point, Lawrence, winner."

"Got ya." Miguel said slowly, staring at the blonde with wide eyes. "All right. You be him so I can try this at game speed and Y/N you be the ref." Johnny instructed, patting Miguel on the shoulder before turning around. The two kids exchanged a look. Johnny glanced between them. "You guys gonna help me win or what?" He asked, raising his arms. "Uh, honestly we kind of just wish you weren't fighting at all," Y/N admitted, fiddling with the strap of her backpack.

"Yeah. Well, too bad, 'cause it's go time." Johnny said, jumping up and down. "You guys will thank me when we're done with all this kata crap and I can prepare for you for an actual fight," Johnny added, walking towards the two. "So if you win, we train Eagle Fang. There's no Miyagi-Do?" Miguel asked. "You got it, Pontiac," Johnny replied. "But what if I...don't want to stop learning Miyagi-Do?" Miguel questioned.

Y/N felt bad for Miguel. He wanted to stay loyal to Johnny and follow his teaching but he was starting to enjoy Miyagi-Do karate and how Daniel taught. Y/N was fortunate enough to receive both teachings at the same time and she knew that both men had very different methods that when put together actually balanced out. It was like the two sides of a coin. You couldn't have heads without tails and you couldn't have tails without heads.

"What the hell are you saying? You want him to win?" Johnny asked angrily, stepping forward. "No, dad, what Miguel is saying is that no matter who wins the fight, nobody really wins," Y/N replied. Johnny looked at her. "Somebody always wins. That's how fights work. All right? No matter what ancient philosophical bullshit LaRusso's been feeding you." Johnny stated.

Miguel quietly scoffed. "Ok, Sensei. Good luck." Miguel said before walking away, leaving Johnny and Y/N alone. "You gonna say something too?" Johnny asked. "No, I think I've said all I've needed to say on the subject," Y/N replied. "And what is it that you are saying?" Johnny asked. "That in the end, no matter who wins, there will be consequences. There always is." Y/N answered before turning around and walking into the apartment, slamming the door closed behind her.
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Night had fallen as Johnny walked through the canvas doors of the dojo towards the sparring deck. The students all crowded him, some holding up their phones to record. "Here's here! He's here, he's here!" Chris exclaimed excitedly, brnadishing his phone in Johnny's face. "Anything you wanna say to the camera, Sensei Lawrence?"

Johnny just ignored and marched up to the sparring deck where Daniel was kneeling, dressed in his white gi and signature headband. "What are all the kids doing here?" Johnny asked as Daniel got to his feet. "That's what happens when you broadcast your life all over social media." Dnaiel replied. Johnny looked dwon at his feet.

"Alright, look, maybe there's a better way."

"there is. You just won't admit it."

"Don't you ever think you might be wrong about anything?"

"What are we doing here? You wanna rehash your entire baseless argument from last night in front of these kids?"

"No. I want what's best for them."

"What's best for them is Miyagi-Do. If fighting you is the only way I can get there, then let's just get this done."

"All right, LaRusso. Let's finish this."

Daniel nodded and walked to the edge of the deck. Johnny walked off and changed into his gi before coming back to the deck. Y/N and Sam were in charge of referring as they each held a red and white flag in their hands. "Face us." Y/N instructed. The two men turned and faced the teenagers. "Bow." Y/N said. The two bowed at them. "Face each other." Sam instructed. The two turned to each other. "Bow."