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"Look like we've got LaRusso rattled, good"

I stand in front of sensei Kreese and sensei Kim, my gaze fixated on Kreese.

"Now the real fun begins," Kreese says, stepping closer to me.

"Dial up the pressure, enemy soldiers should never rest, even if they're off duty"

"Understood" I say, shifting slightly then bowing to sensei Kreese before I walk out of the hotel room, leaving my two sensei's behind.

I knew that fighting and causing trouble off the mat was wrong and Akira would hate the idea of it but if it meant that we would win this tournament, I will do it.

‧✩‧

Me and the other cobras decided to go to a local bar in town tonight, to get a break from the other teams.

I walk in with my teammates behind me, hearing the low hum of conversations over the music playing.

Akira and Tory head straight to the bar and are already taking their seats at the counter.

I walk towards the counter, stopping and turning as I hear two guys having a conversation about Akira, both of them eyeing her.

"Hey, its the tooth fairy, see her knock that girls tooth out?" one of them says.

"Yeah, she's a badass" the other laughs.

Part of me slightly tenses up as I glance over at Akira and Tory, both of them laughing and chatting, unaware of the conversation behind them.

Annoyance flares up in me, but I force it down. It's hard not to feel protective of her, especially when guys are looking at her the way those guys are.

I take a breath then take a seat next to Akira, ordering a drink and joining in on conversation, mostly teasing Akira.

My gaze keeps drifting back to her as I drink, noticing the way the light catches her hair or how her eyes twinkle when she laughs at something Tory says.

A slight irritation swirls in me, I wanted to be the reason for the smile on her face, for the laugh that escapes her lips.

I down my irritation with another mouthful of my drink, hoping it will settle my emotions. As I place my glass down, I watch Akira out of the corner of my eye.

Her phone buzzes and she glances at it with a furrowed brow, her fingers tapping quickly as she types a response.

But then, her smile fades for a moment, her expression hardening as her gaze drifts across the room. She lowers her phone, her shoulders tensing slightly, and a sigh escapes her lips.