𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝐶 𝐾

ℎ 𝑒 𝑟 𝑒

SILAS STOOD IN the dojo where it all began, the familiar scent of polished floors and sweat enveloping him like a second skin. Clad in his crisp white gi, he felt a surge of nostalgia mixed with determination as he stood shoulder to shoulder with Tory.

They faced forward, their expressions hard and resolute, locking eyes with Johnny, who stood across from them, his gaze unwavering and intense.

Once again, the original Cobra Kai dojo was Johnny's domain, a sacred ground where the echoes of past battles resonated within its walls.

This was where he would train Tory and Silas for the Sekai Taikai, a return to their roots, back to the teachings that had shaped them.

Silas could almost feel the spirits of past students swirling around him, their energy intertwining with his own as he prepared for the challenge ahead.

"This is where it all started." Johnny began, his voice cutting through the air as he paces back and forth, confidence in his stride. "LaRusso, you were my first unofficial student, even though all you came in here to do was shit talk and show off, but that's why I liked you so much."

His words hung in the air, a blend of humor and nostalgia that made Silas let out a light chuckle, though he maintained his strong stance, focused on the task at hand.

Johnny turns his attention to Tory, his expression shifting to one of pride. "Nichols, I was your first sensei. I taught you the style of karate that was taught to me. Silas, you've been taught almost every style of fighting, but your strongest is Cobra Kai. You've learned from me and the source himself."

Silas understood exactly who Johnny meant—Kreese—and he nodded in acknowledgment, the weight of that legacy settling on his shoulders.

Johnny clears his throat, the atmosphere thickening with anticipation. "We've been through a lot of Cobra Kai bullshit since then. But none of that matters. Because this is our Cobra Kai. And tomorrow, we're gonna show the world that nobody strikes harder than us. Is that understood?!"

Silas felt a fire ignite within him at Johnny's words, a fierce loyalty to the dojo and its teachings flooding his veins. Johnny glances between his two fighters, and they both shout in unison. "Yes, Sensei!"

"Good." Johnny replies, stopping his pacing, a fierce determination etched into his features. "Now let's show these international assholes how we do things in the valley."

Tory and Silas exchange smirks, the thrill of anticipation coursing through them.

This was what they had been waiting for—the chance to train for the Sekai Taikai, to prove themselves, and to reclaim their place in the dojo they loved.

The air crackled with energy as they prepared to dive into their training, ready to embrace the challenge that lay ahead.

Silas exchanges a determined glance with Tory, both of them ready to embrace the grueling training that awaited them. Johnny, their mentor, stood before them, a fire in his eyes that promised no mercy.

"Alright, you two! Let's start with push-ups!" Johnny barks, his voice echoing through the dojo.

Silas drops to the floor, feeling the coolness of the mat beneath him as he began to pump out the reps.

The first fifty were easy, but Johnny was relentless, counting each one with precision. "Keep going! I want to see those arms shaking!"

Silas felt the burn in his shoulders and chest intensify with each push-up, his muscles protesting as he pushes through the pain. Johnny stood over them, a relentless drill sergeant, urging them on. "You think this is hard? It's just the beginning! More! Don't stop!"