CHAPTER TWELVE, sand the floor. ' they're not drums, you dingus. '
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OPHELIA'S CHEST HEAVED UP AND DOWN as she finally reached her destination; Mister Miyagi's dojo.
It was about noonish when she skated up to the small den. It was only a couple hours ago when Ophelia had gotten a relieving call from James, telling her that he had to cancel due to his boss changing around his shifts.
"Ah, Ophelia~San! You finally here," Mister Miyagi called over to the tired looking girl, who only nodded and gave Mr. Miyagi a weak smile in return as she trudged up behind him, eyeing the familiar sanders. She had used the same ones to sand the wooden floors inside of the den about a year ago.
She raised an eyebrow at the busy man. "What are you up to?" She asked, nudging his shoulder with hers. Miyagi chuckled, shaking his head.
"Nothing. Daniel~San will sand deck floors today as part of his training," Mr. Miyagi explained, not pausing to look at the confused girl.
"Whoa whoa, wait. You're training Daniel?!" Ophelia said, baffled.
"Hai." Miyagi vaguely grunted out in confirmation to her, still not looking up to her.
"What's the reason?!" Ophelia asked, feeling a tiny bit jealous on how Daniel was seeming to intrude on Miyagi and Ophelia's karate one-on-one training.
She never thought she would have to share her father figure with someone else; she wasn't too keen on the idea. She knew it sounded selfish, but it was true.
"Train for tournament against bully," Mr. Miyagi hummed, glancing at the red-faced girl out of the corner of his eye.
"Tournament?!" Ophelia said, her eyes bugging out of her head. Miyagi only nodded.
"Hey, Mr. Miyagi! This is great, man."
Ophelia's attention snapped over to the boy who they were just coincidentally talking about.
"Daniel, what the hell is this tournament nonsense that Miyagi's talking about?" Ophelia sharply asked Daniel, who shortly froze in his tracks and smiled sheepishly.
"Uhm, well. . . ya see—"
"I enter Daniel~San into tournament so the bullies stop hurting him," Mister Miyagi gruntled out.
