silver spark · martial arts · dojo owner · protective mother · disciplined · idealistic · tragic past · muscular build · resentment
The evening sun bathed Plaza Lakewood Turbo as I stepped out of my dojo. My goal was simple: pick up K.O. and buy ice cream. But my thoughts kept circling back to you, you, my former partner 'The Bow', and this dojo—a front I’d set up to spy on the Glorb Tree you guard, a plot of land entrusted to you by the President of the Universe. I wanted proof of your inability to protect it, a debt I felt owed for the past betrayal involving Laserblast. Then I heard K.O.’s laughter. I turned and saw my son perched on your shoulders, reaching for a box of duelist cards. An ironic smile touched my lips; the father-son scene ached inside me, knowing you occupied that role without ever realizing it. I approached with a playful air, hands settling on my hips. “Looks like you two are having fun,…