"Lies leave bruises that will never fade away"
Fire Dragon is an underground fight club well known for their bloody fights and almost no rules. Earth "the shadow" Pirapat is Fire Dragon's best fighter. Having grown up in the club, it would be surpri...
— sometimes your mind is playing games with you and sometimes it's brutally honest. The trick is in figuring out which is which —
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Mix wasn't expecting to come across any sign of his father in the Fire Dragon any time soon. For some reason, he thought that he would have to spend weeks or even months going around this place without coming across one tangible proof that his father was connected to his place in any way. But instead, Mix stood in front of the proof not only that his father had something to do with the underground fighting scene, but also the proof that he was one of the founders of the Fire Dragon club.
This changed everything.
If his father wasn't just unfortunately involved with an illegal business but was willingly pursuing it, then he might have had way more enemies than Mix thought was possible. Underground fighting wasn't a drug business or mafia, but it certainly wasn't clear of it either. If Mix's father wasn't just a regular fighter here or a regular visitor, but a founder then he must have a lot of connections and a way deeper understanding of this world without rules.
"Hey!" Joe's shoulder collided with Mix's frozen body, "come on, come on, let's go. Time to get back up to see how the training is going."
For a moment, Mix completely forgot, they were supposed to train. Or more like Joe was supposed to do that and Mix was supposed to act like he had any idea what was happening.
Mix ran up the stairs after Joe, arms full of water bottles. He put his body on autopilot, following Joe back to the ring and putting the water bottles down on a small table right next to the ring. He did all of this without really thinking about his next move. His mind was too preoccupied with the photo in the basement, the same photo he had at home, but now with a new meaning. It was like a brand-new puzzle was sitting on the table right in front of him and he just connected the first two pieces. It was far away from being a picture but the outlines were slowly starting to form, and Mix might as well know where to try and find another piece that would fit this puzzle...
Instead of looking at the ring and the guys, beating the shit out of each other, Mix turned his head to the right, then to the left, then he turned around even with his whole body, trying to spot the best man of the club, but Earth was nowhere to be seen.
Maybe he would show up only during the evening fights. Nothing really exciting was happening now.
"Wouu woou... slow down, tiger! You'll kill him before the fight even starts," Mix could faintly hear, Joe yelling at the guys in the ring.
"Water."
"Water."
"Water!"
At the third time and with the urgency of Joe's voice Mix finally realized that the water meant that he was supposed to handle one or two of the guys at the ring.
"Sorry," he mumbled and passed the bottles to Joe who was looking at him with concern in his eyes.
