As Zaheer walked out of the mat with his head held high, Anil looked at him with displeasure. He rushed towards Zaheer and pulled him by the collar. "What the hell was that?" He asked in a really nacing voice.
"What?"
"The stunt you pulled out there. That was a direct defiance of my orders." Anil rumbled.
"What stunt? I just had the fight of my life out there. What do you have against that?" He asked.
Anil sighed. "Are you stupid or are you acting like one? Do you rember what I told you before you step foot into the mat? I asked you to destroy that fucking guy's leg. Instead, what did you do? You had your 'little fight' and lost miserably. Ah, why the hell did I even expect you to do sothing? Useless idiot." He mumbled.
Until that mont, Zaheer tolerated everything that the prick had to say. However, there's a limit to tolerance. With his display, Anil had finally placed a dent on his tolerance. "You know what? Fuck it. I quit." He replied with a straight face and tried walking off.
Anil was shocked by this declaration. However, he did stop Zaheer by grabbing his hand. "What did you just say?" He asked.
"Did you lose your hearing, old prickly bastard? I said I'm getting the hell off your dojo." Zaheer didn't mince his words.
The sharp tone of his words surprised Anil. He was flustered. He didn't expect the loyal dog to growl at him. The greedy bastard wanted to stop Zaheer from exiting the dojo at all costs. After all, he was the cash cow. "But but our relationship as teacher and student! How could you cast that aside?" He asked out of desperation.
"Are you kidding ? Student-teacher relationship? Between you and ? Why are you lying, old man? At most, you thought of as your cash machine. It's not like I was oblivious to that fact. Since you didn't value our so-called relationship, I won't value it as well. I gotta thank you though! Because of your behavior, I got a chance to experience what a real master-student relation feels like!" Zaheer smiled.
"You sound like you got a master already." Anil replied.
"Already? It's been going for a long ti!" Zaheer replied as he waved towards his real master with a bright smile in his face. Realizing that his pupil finally broke the news to Anil, he smiled and waved as well.
"That guy! Isn't he my student?" Anil looked shocked.
"Sheesh, at least rember the na of your pupil, dude! Why would you, right? After all, he's one of those people you sacrificed for soone else to get over. In his case, it was . I went to apologize to him and to my surprise I noticed that he was a much better teacher than you. Even though you didn't teach him much, he self-taught and honed the art. If you ask , he's at least ten tis better than you!" Zaheer shrugged.
Anil laughed. He laughed so much that he almost looked like a maniac. "You do know that I can destroy your career, right? I'll make sure that you could never join this tournant!" He replied.
"Do I look like I care? What I'm looking for isn't these tournants, I'm looking for the exhilaration that practicing martial arts gives . I don't even need to join so random tournant and win trophies for that. A dojo and a caring master is enough for ." Zaheer explained.
"Caring master, huh? Well, I'll inform you that I have the powers to permanently revoke your dear master's license. And after that, your master can't teach martial arts to anyone. How would you feel about that?" Anil asked.
This ti around, Zaheer started laughing like a maniac. "Haha, since when did you have that amount of power? As far as I know, the most you can do is ddle with the results of a state tournant. Fuck it, let's just imagine that you got so influence or you know a certain soone who could do that to my master. Do you really think I'll stand still while you do that? To your kind notice, I do have a superpower that could trample over any sort of power you have. I'm richfilthy rich! You really think that you're ager influence can triumph over a fat stack of money? Keep dreaming, old man!" He replied and then heaved a sigh of relief. "I don't get it. Why was I even following you? Well, one could say that I respected you. However, not anymore, you filthy mongrel." With that said, Zaheer walked away. On his way to his master, he was stopped by Jai.
"What a disgusting performance! You sure you're Master Anil's pupil?" Jai asked.
For a mont, Zaheer didn't say anything. Instead, he flipped his middle finger during that ti. After calming himself down, he finally opened his mouth. "Look, you didn't like my fight? I'm fine with that. So, fuck off and console your pathetic master. By the way, don't look down on Sadanandan. He might just surprise the heck out of you." Zaheer warned.
Jai scoffed. "As if! Just because you lost, that doesn't an that I'm going to!" He replied.
"Whatever, dude! Do your high and mighty shtick. I just thought of saying it out of goodwill." Zaheer spoke and wasted no more ti there. He knew that trying to convince Jai of sothing was pointless since he was a muscle head.
After Zaheer left, Jai walked towards a nearly devastated Anil. "Did you hear him? He he left the dojo!" Anil scread. All he could think was all the money he could have exploited if Zaheer stayed a bit longer.
"Don't worry about that idiot, master! I'll fulfill your wishes!" Jai proudly proclaid.
"You'll be my cash cow?" Anil asked.
"What? No! I'll beat that Sadanandan guy, head to the nationals and make you proud! That's my promise." Jai explained.
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Useless. Everything I did felt useless because of my perfectionist father. Nothing I did seed enough. He always found flaws in it. I still rember it clearly. I showed him a drawing I made in kindergarten of him. The next day, he gave a detailed report of where I went wrong with the drawing. I was four, what did you expect off of ? A picture-perfect portrait of you? Hell, even if I did, he wouldn't have been satisfied with it. How do I know that? Because I tried doing that once and he still pointed out the minute faults.
It was during this ti of turmoil that I was introduced to martial arts. Well, I already had a basic idea of fighting since my early days, since my perfect father thought that it was a good idea to instill that in a young child. He said that since I'm his bloodline, I should be able to do the things that he was able to do.
Anyway, he sent to Master Anil's dojo because it had a good review. He did not spare an effort to even look further into it. Hell, he didn't even co with to the first day in the dojo, because he wanted to man up and do everything myself.
I couldn't care less though. That man made walk to kindergarten by myself since the beginning, therefore this wasn't that big of a deal. Once I enrolled myself into the dojo, I made sure not to ntion my father's na since he banned from doing so. He wanted to pave my way or so he said.
Even though the master didn't particularly care about in the beginning, he noticed it when I started absorbing all the techniques relatively easily. The early training helped in that, I guess. Once he noticed , I was kinda afraid that he'd start judging like my father.
However, it was quite different. He started cherishing instead. He called a prodigy and all. It was like I finally got the long overdue praise that I should've received from my father. If you ask , he was a much better father figure than my actual one.
The first thing that master did was to pit against the black belt students in the dojo. When I beat them easily, he praised more and more. He trained every day and took care of my needs. I was happy around him. Within a few years, I beca a black belt master.
However, my real father was still disappointed about . He said that I was nowhere near him, which seed true when he destroyed in a mock fight. Therefore I continued training. I made a promise that until I get the approval of my father, I won't enter a tournant. And after all these years, I got the acknowledgnt this year. I fought him and lost this ti around too. However, he did say that I got a bit strong, which he never said all these years.
Even though I made him wait all these years, the master never complained about not entering the tournant. Instead, he praised my commitnt. I feel like he's part of the reason why I was finally acknowledged by my father. I respect my master. I like him very much. When I felt down, he cheered up. Now, it's my chance. Zaheer disappointed him. And now I can make him proud by winning the state tournant and the nationals. I don't care what others call him. For , he's a father-figure and a person I respect. And I'll make sure to do anything to make him happy, just like he made happy.
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