𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 ― e. moskowitz / hawk [ COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON SIX PART TWO ]

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𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬

chapter ten
and it all comes crashing
down

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KARATE TRAINING WASN'T going the exact way that Alyssa thought it would.

Back in Cobra Kai, Sensei Lawrence had just pushed all of them to start punching without really explaining things. Sensei LaRusso, however, had Alyssa and Demetri doing chores around Miyagi-Do, like painting the fence and the house, waxing the old cars out front, and sanding the deck. He had told them it was to build up muscle memory.

Demetri, as always, was avidly complaining. He did not exactly like the chores, he kept talking about how he wasn't flexible and how he couldn't hold his balance because of his disproportionate limbs, and he wasn't exactly taking a liking to the kata that they had to do.

Alyssa didn't mind it at all. It was kind of peaceful, actually. And she found herself liking karate a lot more than she had when she was in Cobra Kai. Well . . . she was only in Cobra Kai for, like, three days, but judging by the words painted on the wall in that dojo, she caught the gist of it.

Her and Demetri walked into Miyagi-Do that specific day of training, only to see that Sam and Robby were practicing their kata on the balance board in the koi pond. Sam almost fell in, but Robby quickly caught her arm.

Alyssa slightly smiled to herself. In her time at Miyagi-Do, she had gradually grown closer with both Sam and Robby. It also turned out that her and Sam actually had a lot in common and were becoming really good friends. They would always talk with each other before, during, and after practice, and a lot of laughter was shared between the two. Sensei LaRusso even — jokingly — said that he would have to separate them during practice so that they could focus.

"Uh, hey, are — are we doing shirts versus skins?" Demetri called to them. "'Cause I prefer to be a shirt." He then gestured to Sam. "Not saying that you have to be a skin. U-Unless you want to. I support your right to choose."

"Oh my God, Demetri," Alyssa cut in. "Just stop talking, I'm begging you."

"Demetri, Alyssa," Sensei LaRusso began, and she turned to see him standing on one of the decks. "Over here."

"Hey, Mr. L, before we begin . . ." Demetri dug around in his pocket before offering a folded-up piece of paper to Sensei LaRusso.