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THE ATMOSPHERE WAS HEAVY WITH ANTICIPATION, the air vibrating with unspoken tension as the selected fighters stood on the edge of the stone platform. Torches flickered in the dim evening light, casting jagged shadows across the gathering. Kim Da-eun, with her imposing figure and icy glare, took center stage, flanked by John Kreese, whose presence was equally commanding. The pair exuded authority, their expressions leaving no room for doubt about the gravity of the occasion.
Kim's voice cut through the silence like a blade, her tone cold yet electrifying.
"Strength. Discipline. Dedication," she began, her eyes sweeping over the fighters gathered below the platform. "These are the pillars upon which this team stands. You have been chosen because you embody these virtues—not just in combat, but in your resolve, your sacrifices, your ability to rise above weakness and emerge victorious, no matter the cost."
Her gaze locked onto y/n, then Kwon, her words carrying the weight of finality. "The Sekai Taikai is not just a tournament; it is the proving ground where the world will see who deserves to reign. There is no room for failure. No tolerance for weakness. You, y/n l/n, and you, Kwon Jae-sung, have proven yourselves worthy of leading this team. As captains, you will bear the responsibility of not only representing Cobra Kai but of ensuring its dominance."
Kim's eyes narrowed, and she stepped closer to y/n, her presence almost suffocating. "Y/n, you are resilient—a survivor. But resilience is not enough. As a leader, you must be ruthless. Do not let compassion or hesitation taint your judgment. Today you have shown that even in the face of injustice, you are capable of leading with precision and fury. Well done." She bowed.
Turning to Kwon, the woman's expression softened into something more calculating. "And you, Jae-sung... strength is in your blood. Rebellion is in your nature. You command attention with your presence alone. But do not mistake that for invincibility. To lead is to shoulder the burden of others' failures and to demand perfection in yourself. I expect nothing less than absolute victory from you."
Kim reached into a box held by Yoon and withdrew a sleek, white-and-grey headband embroidered with the emblem of the elite tournament. With deliberate precision, she tied it onto y/n's forehead. "Do not disgrace this honor," she said, her voice like steel.
"Yes, sensei."
Kreese stepped forward next, his voice gruff but imbued with an almost theatrical sense of drama. "Cobra Kai is built on a single principle: No mercy. That doesn't just mean in combat—it means in life. As captains, you are the embodiment of this philosophy. When you walk into the Sekai Taikai, you do not just represent this dojo; you represent the ideals that make us unstoppable. Miss l/n, Kwon... you are the tip of the spear. Strike hard, strike fast, and destroy anything that stands in your way."
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