-- 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℂ𝕠𝕓𝕣𝕒 -- (Cobra Kai)

-- 𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤 --

"Uh, no sensei.." Miguel shook his head, confused. Kreese began walking towards the window, closing the curtain across.

"Good," He smirked before kicking Miguel in the back of the leg, sending him to the ground.  "You see, ecdysis means when a snake, or for this example: 𝘆𝗼𝘂, discards of their weak.. old skin". Kreese chuckled, grabbing the crutches and chucking them across the room. Breaking on impact with the wall.

"SENSEI WAIT! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" Miguel groaned, trying his hardest to lift himself up with his hands though would drop to ground once more, groaning.

"Is that all it took..?" Kreese looked down at him, "One kick from Mr. Keene turning you into a weakling. What happened to this 'King Cobra' I heard so much about..?" He scoffed, "No wonder she chose 𝗵𝗶𝗺 over you". He turned around, hiding his smile.

"What did you just say..." Miguel grinded his teeth, his whole body shaking. He gripped the mat, practically clawing his way to Kreese. 

"You heard me, Mr Diaz." He turned back to Miguel, "Now tell me, what are you gonna do about i-". Before he could finish his sentence, he was hit by a right hook to the nose, sending him stumbling back.

"Fuck... you.." Miguel stood there scowling his breath shaking, his legs trembling violently due to the sudden strain put on them.

"Well done Mr Diaz," He smiled, causing Miguel's facial expression to turn from that of confusion, "You're standing."

"Oh.. oh my god I- I'm doing it!" He said excitedly, though almost instantaneously after he realised, his legs once more gave in on him. Causing him to collapse straight back down, "Shit..".  

"Baby steps. You know, at one of those hospitals.. that term would be a good one. But 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲..? Your not a baby. Your a god damned soldier!- cobra.. your a cobra. Now GET.. UP!" He yelled, spitting on the ground next to Miguel. 

"I'm trying..." Miguel muttered, shutting his eyes. His mind rushed, different memories flashing throughout his mind. Every where he goes, there was always one man that comes to ruin it. Everything he worked for over the past year of his life, all crumbling away.. all because of him: 𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘆 𝗞𝗲𝗲𝗻𝗲. 

He clenched his fists, punching the ground over and over, his mind rushing with memories. The pity he receives from his poor mother, he's the strong one, it's meant to be his job to protect her.. right? Though, that wasn't the only one: the party was another. The night 𝗵𝗲 ruined everything, he being Robby Keene. Holding Sam's hand, taking her away from him. That wasn't the only thing he stole from him however, his mind returning to the most vivid of the memories. '1st of September, 2018'. The day of the school fight. The day he 𝗿𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 his life. Miguel screamed; his legs now bending as he slowly lifted himself up, using his knuckles as support. His imagination creating other scenes within his mind, Sam and Robby kissing, holding hands etc.

"Yes.. Good." Kreese smirked.  Miguel continued to struggle, not quite being able to lift himself up. That's when he realised something. His leg's weren't the weakness he needed to shed, they were just a roadblock. More memories of Sam rushed into his head: the Golf N' stuff date, that overpriced stuffed Octopus she wanted so badly, their first kiss. 

'𝙎𝙖𝙢.. 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴..' He thought to himself, all the memories coming to a sudden stop. He groaned, slowly beginning to rise. Miguel's breath quickened, his fists clenched and ready to hit somebody.

"Bravo Mr Diaz.." Kreese smirked, slowly clapping his hands, "Truly incredible". He walked away into the backroom, grabbing and holding out set of pads. Though, rather than the ones they usually used in training. These were purely made out of stone. "How about we.. 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 your anger to something useful".