chapter forty:
❛ pain does not exist ❜

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At karate practice, the backyard of Miyagi-Do was alive with the chatter of students and the rustling of leaves in the breeze. The group was spread out across the yard, limbering up and stretching before training began. Over by the dojo wall, Miguel, Demetri, Eli, and Dylan had claimed a spot, their conversation light and casual as they prepared.

Dylan, however, was distracted. His movements had slowed, his gaze wandering to the other side of the yard. There, near the entrance to the house, stood Sam. She was talking to someone, her face lighting up with a smile, and Dylan couldn't help the pang of longing that struck him. His brows furrowed as he frowned, caught in his own thoughts.

"Earth to Dylan," Demetri said with a sing-song cheerfulness, breaking the silence. "Come on, man. I see you staring at her." His tone was teasing, his grin playful as he nudged Dylan lightly on the arm.

Dylan blinked, startled out of his thoughts, and turned to glare at his cousin. His jaw tightened in annoyance, but he didn't say anything.

Eli, stretching beside Demetri, caught on and followed Dylan's gaze. His eyes landed on Sam, standing across the yard, and he smirked knowingly.

Miguel, who had been bending to touch his toes, straightened up and turned to Dylan with a raised eyebrow. "I thought you decided to keep things platonic?" he asked, his voice calm but edged with curiosity.

Eli let out a short, humorless laugh and leaned casually against the wall. "Yeah, well, she did. He didn't," he said, shrugging as if the situation was obvious. His words struck a nerve, and Dylan's face darkened, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Demetri's teasing smile faltered when he noticed the hurt flicker across Dylan's face. He clapped a reassuring hand on his cousin's shoulder and offered a grin that was meant to lift the mood. "Hey, don't look so down. You know what they say: 'Put a box of matches near some fireworks, and soon enough...'" He paused dramatically, then mimicked the sound of an explosion, complete with hand gestures. "Boom! Sparks will fly."

Dylan rolled his eyes, his voice dry and unimpressed. "Is that what they say?"

Demetri gave an exaggerated nod. "Yup. Something tells me it's about to be the Fourth of July." His eyes drifted past Dylan, locking onto a figure making their way toward Sam.

Eli and Miguel turned their heads to follow Demetri's gaze. They spotted Robby walking confidently across the yard, his posture relaxed, a broad smile on his face as he approached Sam.

Eli's expression shifted instantly, his jaw tightening as his eyes narrowed. He let out a sharp breath, his irritation obvious. "Can't believe that piece of shit's on our team," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

Demetri chuckled softly, trying to ease the tension. "Hey, calm down. That 'piece of shit' is talking to my future sister-in-law," he said with a grin, nodding toward Sam and Robby, who were now laughing together.

Eli clenched his fists, his irritation clearly not subsiding. But before the conversation could continue, a sharp whistle sliced through the air.

The students all turned to see Chozen standing on the sparring deck, his arms crossed and his gaze stern. "Line up!" he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative.

The chatter ceased immediately, and the students scrambled to join him on the deck, forming neat rows. Sam ended up at the front, standing beside Dylan. She glanced at Chozen, her brow furrowed with curiosity. "So, where's my dad?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Chozen lifted his chin, his sharp gaze scanning the rows of students. "Not here," he said simply, his tone unyielding. "Today, you train with me." He looked over the group, his voice firm as he barked, "Bow!"

The students bowed deeply in unison, their movements precise and respectful. Chozen hummed in approval, his stern expression softening slightly as he straightened.

"With Cobra Kai gaining ground," he began, his voice carrying across the yard, "we must prepare."

Dylan, still curious about the nearby table of weapons, couldn't help but notice the nunchucks lying on it. He raised an eyebrow but stayed silent.

Chozen continued, his tone as serious as ever. "Now, we learn about Yanbaru Kuina."

From the back row, Mitch's voice broke the tension. "What is that? Like, some top-secret karate move? Like a throat rip?" he asked excitedly, earning a chorus of groans and eye rolls from those nearby.

Chozen's expression didn't change. "No," he said flatly. "It is bird. In English, called Okinawa rail. Endangered. Cannot fly."

Demetri snorted quietly, muttering under his breath, "Hence, endangered."

Dylan's eyes shifted to the table again, this time noticing the basket of eggs resting on it. "So... these are the real eggs?" he asked hesitantly, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Chozen turned to him with a deadpan expression, his tone laced with dry humor. "No. Trader Joe's. $3.29," he replied, gesturing to an empty egg carton sitting near the edge of the deck.

Dylan let out a small sigh of relief as Chozen stepped forward, holding the basket of eggs in his hands. "Take egg," he instructed, his gaze moving across the students.

One by one, they approached Chozen, carefully selecting their eggs and returning to their places. Dylan, among the last to take one, examined the egg in his hand with a mix of curiosity and trepidation.

Sam raised her hand slightly, speaking up. "So... what do we do with them?"

Chozen's lips curved into a sly smirk. "Yanbaru Kuina must protect egg from Kume Shima habu. Poison snake. You must do same. Begin your preparation."

Dylan blinked, looking around the backyard in confusion. "What are we protecting them from?" he asked, his voice hesitant.

Chozen's smirk deepened, his eyes glinting with mischief. "From me."

The Cobra Kai dojo buzzed with the familiar rhythm of fists and feet colliding with the air. The sharp sound of exertion echoed off the walls, but for Arizona, every movement felt heavier, like she was fighting more than just the drills. Sweat dripped from her brow as she worked through her routine: jab, cross, kick, drop into a push-up, back on her feet-repeat. Her breath came in shallow gasps, but she pushed harder, forcing herself to keep pace.

Beside her, Tory moved with a practiced ease, her strikes swift and calculated. Arizona didn't need to look to know Tory wasn't paying her any real attention. She hadn't been since Arizona joined Cobra Kai a week ago. It was like she didn't exist-or worse, like she was a threat.

"They're really pushing us hard," Arizona muttered, her voice strained from exertion. She stopped briefly, wiping her forehead. "Maybe it's because of my comeback."

Tory glanced at her out of the corner of her eye, her expression unreadable. Without a word, she turned back to the punching bag in front of her, landing a series of brutal strikes. Arizona clenched her fists. The silent treatment was worse than outright hostility.

"Still don't want me here, huh?" Arizona muttered under her breath, her tone sharp as she threw a kick. Her frustration bled into her movements, each strike more forceful than the last.

Tory didn't answer. Her silence was like a wall, impenetrable and deliberate. It made Arizona's blood boil. She felt the anger rising inside her, bubbling to the surface with every ignored comment, every sideways glance. Cobra Kai was already getting under her skin, twisting her emotions.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She stopped mid-punch and turned to Tory, her voice snapping like a whip. "Why are you so dead set on freezing me out?"

Tory stopped, her fists still raised, and slowly turned to face Arizona. Her eyes burned with a mix of anger and something else-concern, maybe? She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "This place is dangerous. And you already know that. So why are you here, Arizona?"

The question hit like a punch to the gut. Arizona faltered, her defenses momentarily slipping. She knew Tory was right. Cobra Kai was dangerous-it always had been. But she couldn't tell Tory the truth. She couldn't risk blowing her cover.

"I got tired of Miyagi-Do," Arizona said, her voice steady but her gaze faltering. She forced herself to meet Tory's eyes, daring her to challenge the lie.

Tory's laugh was humorless, sharp. "I know that's bullshit, Arizona. We were best friends."

The words stung more than Arizona expected. For a moment, memories of their friendship flashed in her mind: late-night talks, shared laughs, the bond they once had. But those days felt like a lifetime ago.

Arizona straightened, her posture defensive. "Can't handle the idea of someone coming after the Queen Cobra's crown?" she shot back, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "After all, before you, I was Queen Cobra."

Tory's expression softened, just for a second. It wasn't anger that flashed across her face but something far worse-pity. Arizona's stomach twisted. She didn't need Tory's pity.

"This isn't you," Tory said quietly, her voice almost gentle. "This place-Cobra Kai-it's already messing with your head. You did so much to leave this behind. Why are you throwing it all away?"

Arizona clenched her jaw, the anger in her chest flaring again. She couldn't afford to let Tory's words get to her, couldn't let her doubt show. "You don't know me anymore," she snapped, turning away.

Tory opened her mouth as if to respond but thought better of it. She shook her head, her expression a mix of frustration and sadness, and returned to her training.

Arizona turned back to her routine, punching and kicking the air with renewed vigor. But her movements were less focused now, her thoughts swirling with doubt and anger. She felt like she was fighting two battles: one against Cobra Kai and one against herself.

The room was alive with the sound of training, but between Arizona and Tory, there was a heavy silence. It was the kind of silence that spoke of things left unsaid, of a friendship fractured and a storm brewing just beneath the surface. Arizona's strikes grew harder, more forceful, as if she could punch her way through the tension. But deep down, she knew the real fight was only just beginning.

The backyard of Miyagi-Do was a battleground of nerves and desperation. Chozen stood in the middle, his arms crossed, his gaze scanning the group like a hawk hunting prey. His voice thundered across the yard, sharp and commanding. "I see many little birds spread in wind!" he shouted, his thick accent making his declaration sound even more ominous.

The "little birds" he referred to-Eli, Demetri, Miguel, and Dylan-stood in a loose circle, clutching their fragile eggs like lifelines. Each of them looked equally tense, their eyes darting between Chozen and each other. None of them wanted to be the first to crack-figuratively or literally.

Dylan shifted uneasily, glancing down at the unhidden egg in his hand. His fingers curled tightly around it, as if holding it tighter might somehow make it invincible. He hadn't figured out where to hide it yet. His plan, if it could even be called that, was simple: stall. Keep the egg in his hand until he spotted the perfect hiding spot. If he couldn't find one in time... well, he'd just have to fight Chozen.

The thought sent a cold shiver down his spine. Dylan knew that fighting Chozen would be a disaster. It wasn't just that he didn't want to-he couldn't. Dylan wasn't like the others. He hadn't been training for years or even months. He'd only joined Miyagi-Do a week ago, hastily learning the most basic moves to fill Arizona's place while she spied on Cobra Kai. He felt like a substitute teacher thrown into a room of overachievers, out of his depth and barely treading water.

Chozen's sharp whistle broke through Dylan's spiraling thoughts. The sound was so piercing that Demetri let out an involuntary yelp, clutching his egg even tighter. "Looks like the Hunger Games have officially begun," Demetri muttered, his voice tinged with panic. But then, as if unable to help himself, he grinned. "Luckily, I have eggs-ecuted the perfect plan."

Dylan rolled his eyes, knowing what was coming.

Demetri chuckled at his own pun, clearly pleased with himself. "When I win, everyone will have egg on their face. They'll be shell-shocked. The yolk will-"

"One more egg pun," Dylan interrupted sharply, his voice more biting than usual, "and I'm smacking it out of your hands."

Demetri froze, staring at his cousin in confusion. Dylan loved puns. It was their thing, a running joke they shared. But the look on Dylan's face now was anything but amused.

Demetri's expression softened, the playful glint in his eyes replaced by concern. "Worried about Arizona?" he asked gently.

Dylan let out a frustrated sigh, his shoulders slumping. "Of course, I'm worried," he admitted, his voice quieter but laced with tension. His grip on the egg tightened, his knuckles whitening. "I know how much she tried to push Cobra Kai out of her life before... and now she's back in it. She's risking everything."

He turned to Miguel, his gaze sharp. "Aren't you worried? You guys just got back together."

Miguel looked up from where he crouched, carefully inspecting his egg for cracks. His jaw tightened, his concern mirroring Dylan's. "Oh, I'm definitely worried," he said, nodding. "I can already see Cobra Kai getting back into her head. She's different. I just hope that when we take them down, she'll come back to being Arizona." He paused, his voice dropping. "Not Cobra Kai Arizona."

The weight of their words hung in the air, a shared anxiety binding them together. But the moment was shattered by the sudden, unmistakable sound of a knife slicing through the air.

Dylan barely had time to react. The blade whizzed between him and Demetri, so close he could feel the rush of air. It buried itself in Demetri's egg with a sickening thunk, obliterating it on the spot.

Demetri froze, staring at the shattered remains of his egg in horror. "Oh, shit," Dylan muttered, his survival instincts kicking in. Without waiting for another knife to come flying, he bolted.

He didn't stop to look back, weaving through the chaos of the backyard with one goal in mind: hide the egg. His feet pounded against the ground as he ran past Anthony LaRusso, who was crouched inside one of Daniel's cars like a terrified turtle retreating into its shell.

Dylan's heart raced as his eyes scanned the yard frantically, searching for a safe spot. That's when he saw it-a bird's nest perched high atop the house, nestled securely among the branches of a tree.

A smile broke across his face. It was perfect.

Scrambling up the tree, Dylan climbed with an urgency he didn't know he possessed. The bark scraped against his hands, but he didn't care. His only focus was reaching the nest.

When he finally made it to the branch, he peered inside the nest and sighed in relief. It was empty-no eggs, no baby birds, nothing that Chozen could harm. Carefully, as if handling a precious artifact, Dylan placed his egg inside. He nestled it among the twigs, making sure it was secure.

For the first time since the game began, Dylan allowed himself a small, triumphant smile. He climbed back down, his legs trembling slightly as he hit the ground. His egg was safe, at least for now.

But as he turned back to the chaos of the backyard, he knew the battle was far from over. Chozen's whistle rang out again, and Dylan braced himself. This wasn't just a game-it was survival.

The dojo was quiet, save for the sharp, commanding voice of Silver, who stood at the front, his eyes sweeping over the group of eager students. The tension in the room was palpable. Arizona could feel her pulse quicken as she settled onto the mat with the rest of the girls, her mind racing. She knew this was part of the plan-she had to keep up the charade, pretend like she was still one of them, still a part of Cobra Kai. There was no room for hesitation. This was her moment to show everyone, including herself, that she was still a force to be reckoned with.

"The world is made up of two kinds of people," Silver's voice rang out, steady and commanding. "Leaders and followers. Cobra Kai, like a military unit, needs both to function successfully. So... we're gonna divide you up into pairs."

Arizona felt the weight of his words. Her stomach churned, but she kept her face neutral, trying to focus on what was coming next.

Sensei Kim Da-Eun stepped forward, her eyes sharp and focused. "The goal of each pair is to score a point against an opponent who outmatches you," she explained, her voice cold and precise. "Only strong leadership will allow you to prevail."

Silver glanced over to Sensei Kim, nodding in approval. "Sensei Kim will take the girls," he announced. "Boys, you'll stay here and spar with Sensei Odell. All right, split up."

The boys moved quickly to one side, while the girls hesitated only briefly before making their way to the opposite side of the dojo. Arizona followed Tory, trying to push down the knot of nerves twisting in her stomach. As she took her place, she sat down with the other girls, crossing her legs on the mat, trying to blend in, to disappear into the group.

Sensei Kim, however, was already scanning the room, her eyes like lasers, piercing through the crowd of girls as if looking for something-someone-specific. Arizona couldn't help but feel the weight of her gaze, the air around her thick with expectation. When Sensei Kim's eyes finally landed on her, Arizona's heart skipped a beat. In that moment, she knew exactly what had to happen. This was her chance to prove herself, to convince them all, and more importantly, to convince herself that she was still fully in Cobra Kai.

"Alvarez," Sensei Kim called, and Arizona rose to her feet immediately.

"Yes, Sensei," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

Sensei Kim's gaze shifted again, and this time it landed on Devon. "Lee," she called.

Devon stood quickly, her eagerness apparent. "Yes, Sensei!" she responded, almost too loudly, before bowing to Sensei Kim.

The two girls stood in front of each other, eyes meeting briefly before both bowed to their sensei. Arizona could feel the tension between them, the unspoken challenge in the air. This was it. They were about to spar, and neither of them was willing to back down.

"Fighting stance," Sensei Kim ordered, and the air grew even more charged.

"Ais!" Arizona and Devon shouted in unison, their bodies snapping into position.

Sensei Kim mirrored their stance, her muscles coiled, ready for anything. Without warning, Devon lunged, trying to strike first. She moved fast, but Sensei Kim was faster. In one swift motion, she caught Devon's arm, spun, and lifted her leg, delivering a perfectly executed kick that connected with Devon's face. Devon staggered but managed to keep her feet under her, barely staying balanced.

Arizona's eyes widened as she watched, and she quickly stepped forward, trying to make her presence known. "We have to work together," she called out, hoping Devon would listen.

But Devon just shook her head, a cocky smile on her face. "I can get her," Devon said confidently. "Trust me. Just stay out of my way."

Arizona couldn't hide her disbelief. How could Devon be so sure of herself? She knew Sensei Kim was no one to underestimate, and Devon was barely able to land a blow.

But Devon wasn't listening. She pushed Arizona to the side and went back to attacking Sensei Kim. Arizona hesitated for only a moment before she stepped back, watching the fight unfold in front of her.

Sensei Kim lifted her leg again, aiming a high kick at Devon. But Devon, determined as ever, tried to counter with an attack of her own. Before she could land a hit, however, Sensei Kim grabbed her arm with a vice-like grip and shoved her forward, sending her stumbling.

Arizona stepped back, her eyes on Sensei Kim, as she quickly turned her attention to Devon again. Devon didn't have time to react before Sensei Kim kicked her in the back, sending her sprawling to the mat. Arizona barely had time to brace herself before Sensei Kim's focus shifted back to her.

Arizona lunged forward, trying to land a hit, but Sensei Kim was quicker. She sidestepped with ease, avoiding Arizona's strike effortlessly. As Arizona repositioned herself, Sensei Kim swung her leg through the air, delivering a harsh kick to Arizona's face. The blow sent Arizona's head snapping to the side. She staggered, disoriented, and instinctively reached up to touch her lip.

Blood-warm and sticky-was dripping from her lip, staining her fingers red.

Devon, now back on her feet, walked over to Arizona, her eyes wide with a mix of concern and frustration. "Are you okay?" she asked, though Arizona could tell it was more out of a sense of duty than actual care.

Arizona wiped the blood from her lip with the sleeve of her gi, not bothering to answer. Instead, she raised an eyebrow at Devon.

"Are you ready to listen to me now?" Arizona asked, her voice low but firm.

Devon hesitated, but after a beat, she nodded. "Yeah. Fine. What now?"

"Go to your left," Arizona instructed, and without another word, the two girls turned, their backs gently bumping against each other as they got into position.

Together, they surged forward, fists outstretched, both hoping to land a hit. But Sensei Kim was ready. She grabbed their fists before they could connect and twisted their arms with such force that they both lost their balance. In one fluid motion, Sensei Kim flipped them both over, slamming them hard to the mat.

The sound of their bodies hitting the floor echoed in the dojo, and Arizona groaned in pain. Devon groaned as well, clearly feeling the sting of defeat.

Arizona pushed herself up slowly, glaring at Sensei Kim with defiance.

Sensei Kim walked over to them, her voice chillingly calm. "What was that sound?" she asked. "Was that pain?"

Arizona's jaw clenched as she silently reminded herself of the mantra she had been repeating for years: Pain does not exist.

"Pain does not exist," Sensei Kim said, almost as if reading Arizona's mind. "Get off the mat."

Arizona didn't respond immediately. She wiped the blood from her lip once more and slowly got to her feet. The pain in her body was immense, but she refused to show it. Without a word, she turned and made her way back to her spot on the mat, sitting down with a determined scowl.

As she watched the other girls struggle to work together, each pair failing to score a single point against Sensei Kim, Arizona's frustration grew. No one could seem to outmatch her mother, and it made her feel small, insignificant, as if she wasn't even a part of this world anymore.

"Will no one rise to the occasion?" Sensei Kim's voice cut through the silence as she walked around the mat, her disappointment palpable.

Tory leaned in toward Arizona, her voice soft but filled with concern. "Are you okay?"

Arizona's eyes flashed with anger, and she shot Tory a glare that could freeze fire. "Don't talk to me." Her voice was low, laced with frustration, and she quickly turned her attention back to the sparring.

She needed to prove herself. No matter the cost.

Dylan took a deep breath as he gently lifted the egg from the nest, his fingers feeling the cool, smooth shell. He gazed at it for a moment, noting the delicate, almost fragile nature of it. As he walked through the Miyagi-Do compound, a bird suddenly flew overhead, its wings cutting through the air with a graceful, effortless motion. Dylan paused for a brief moment, watching the bird's flight, momentarily distracted by the calmness it brought to the surrounding space. He shook off the feeling, knowing he needed to stay focused. The weight of the egg in his hand was oddly grounding as he approached the little hut.

Quietly, almost cautiously, he pushed open the door, stepping inside. He had hoped Chozen wouldn't be in the hut-he wasn't in the mood for the Sensei's intense training today. The thought of being lectured while trying to hide the egg weighed heavily on his mind. His steps were almost silent as he carefully made his way across the wooden floor of the hut, the soft creak of the floorboards beneath his feet barely audible.

When he reached the sliding doors at the far end of the room, he slowly pushed them open, hoping the room would be empty. But then, as he swung the door open just enough to peek inside, something-or rather, someone-darted out from the corner of his eye, startling him. His heart skipped a beat, and instinctively, he let out a high-pitched, breathless "Wait!" as he took a step back, his muscles tensing in alarm.

But then, as the figure fully emerged from the shadows, he realized with a sinking feeling that it was only Sam. His eyes widened in relief, and his breath slowly returned to normal.

"Oh God. It's just you," Sam said, her voice a mix of surprise and humor, as she relaxed her posture and dropped her fists to her sides, a visible sign of her own relief.

Dylan let out a nervous chuckle, trying to mask his embarrassment. "It's just me," he said, his voice still trembling slightly from the scare. He cleared his throat, offering a half-smile to show he was fine.

Sam let out a long exhale, visibly calming herself. "Sorry," she said, sounding a bit sheepish. "Um, I think... I think we're the last two left."

Dylan nodded, the gravity of the situation settling in. "I guess so," he replied, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips, though he tried to contain it. He didn't want to seem too pleased at the company, though a small part of him appreciated her presence.

Sam's eyes drifted to his pocket, noticing the bulge where the egg was hidden. "Where's your egg?" she asked, curiosity in her voice, her brow furrowing slightly in concern.

Dylan paused for a moment, his fingers brushing the edge of his pocket. "Uh... It's in my pocket," he said, almost as if it were the most natural place to keep it, but his voice held an uncertain note.

Sam raised an eyebrow, clearly concerned. "That doesn't seem like the safest place," she remarked, a teasing edge to her voice but with a hint of worry behind her words.

Dylan didn't respond immediately. Instead, he just pulled the egg from his pocket and held it up for her to see. His fingers were still slightly trembling from the earlier shock, but he smiled at her, trying to appear calm.

The two of them stood there for a moment, silently examining each other, each uncertain of how to proceed. Dylan felt an odd sense of tension in the air, as if something was waiting to break between them. Neither of them said anything at first, both just looking at the other. A quiet, almost awkward pause hung between them, but there was a familiarity there too. After a long moment, Sam broke the silence.

"Uh, so... how are you liking Karate?" she asked, her tone soft but curious.

Dylan shifted slightly, a small frown crossing his face. "Uh... It's okay," he said, trying to find the right words. "I don't really know how to fight. Just here to replace Arizona until she's back..." He trailed off, unsure if he was supposed to be saying that out loud, his nerves starting to return.

Sam's expression softened, and she gave a small, understanding nod. "I don't know. You did beat up Robby and won that scramble. You can be a good fighter if you try," she said, offering him a reassuring smile, though it was clear she was trying to encourage him. Dylan couldn't help but blush at her words, his cheeks turning pink. He wasn't used to compliments, and her words struck him in a way he wasn't fully prepared for.

"Well, you're back in karate too," Dylan said, his voice faltering slightly as he attempted to shift the focus onto her.

Sam smiled wider, though her eyes seemed distant for a moment as she thought back. "Yeah. I'm just as surprised as you are. I think I just needed to remember what these lessons are really for," she said. Her voice softened as she added, "But I'm finally starting to feel balanced again."

Dylan's heart skipped a beat at her words, and his eyes widened slightly, the realization dawning on him. Could this be a sign? A hint that perhaps there was a chance for things to go back to the way they were? He wasn't sure, but the thought made him pause, a nervous flutter in his chest. Was she trying to tell him something more with that statement?

"That's amazing, Sam," Dylan replied, his voice tinged with sincerity. His words felt a little clumsy, but he meant them.

"I'm not gonna lie," Sam continued, her voice more introspective now. "At first it was a little weird, the friends thing, but, you know, we have so many other things going on. There's no need for extra complications." She paused, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment. "I think us not being together helped me realize how much I do worry about Arizona. I mean, that's not bad... It's just I need to worry less. She's her own person, of course."

Dylan blinked quickly, his mind spinning as he processed her words. "Yeah," he said quickly, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a rush. "I think I get that. I mean, I worry about her too. But, you know, we all have our own paths... right? Just have to let her be who she is." He smiled awkwardly, hoping he hadn't said too much or too little. He didn't want to misstep in front of her.

Before Sam could respond, a voice suddenly bellowed from the doorway. "Dylan!" Chozen's commanding voice rang out, sharp and filled with authority.

Dylan spun around just in time to see Chozen's foot flying towards him. Before he could even react, the kick struck him squarely in the chest, sending him tumbling backward onto the floor with a painful thud. He hit the ground hard, and for a brief moment, the wind was knocked out of him. The egg in his pocket cracked upon impact, its contents splattering into the fabric of his pants, and Dylan groaned in frustration.

"Oof!" Dylan let out a strangled sound as he lay there for a moment, trying to regain his bearings. He slowly sat up, groaning at the dull ache in his body from the fall. As he looked down at his pocket, he saw the mess the egg had made, its contents leaking out and staining his pants.

"Dang it," Dylan muttered, his face contorting in frustration. He glanced over at Sam, who was still standing a few feet away, her expression a mixture of concern and suppressed amusement.

The students stood around the deck, their eyes locked on Chozen, who was seated cross-legged on the floor. His focus was entirely on a frying pan, where a single egg sizzled in the heat. Dylan, standing among the crowd, crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head in disbelief.

"Now this is just cruel," Dylan muttered under his breath, the frustration evident in his voice.

Chozen looked up, his sharp gaze first landing on Dylan, then sweeping over the group of students. He stood, his movements slow and deliberate, the authority in his posture impossible to ignore.

"You are not good Yanbaru Kuina," Chozen said, his voice steady but firm, using the Japanese term for the Okinawan rail bird. "Snakes will take you down one by one. I have tried to tell you what you must do. But you do not listen. You must learn to adapt, or soon, you will be extinct."

He motioned to a fresh carton of eggs resting at his feet and pointed at it. "Take new eggs. Try again."

The students exchanged hesitant glances before forming a line to collect their eggs. Each took one, cradling it carefully as they shuffled toward the pond. A low murmur of complaints and whispers filled the air as they prepared for yet another trial.

Chris scoffed as he looked back at the deck. "Sensei Toguchi's real cryptic, like Mr. LaRusso, but aggressive like Sensei Lawrence," he muttered, shaking his head.

"It's like the hardest part of both styles," Mitch added with a bitter nod, his frustration boiling over.

"Can't wait to get our asses kicked again," Demetri grumbled, his voice barely audible, as the students began to scatter.

"Wait! No, um... g-guys, wait!" Anthony's voice cut through the group's chatter, stopping everyone in their tracks. The students turned to face the youngest LaRusso, curiosity flickering in their eyes.

Dylan raised an eyebrow at Anthony, unsure of what he had to say, but noting the small, determined smile on his face.

"He said the snakes will take us down one by one, right?" Anthony began, his words slow and thoughtful. "Just like he took us down one by one. But... what if we weren't a bunch of ones? Like, what if we were..."

"Together," Dylan interrupted, catching on to Anthony's train of thought. Her sharp tone made Anthony look up, a flicker of gratitude crossing his face before he nodded.

"Yeah, exactly!" Anthony said, his confidence growing. "Like a raiding party in Dungeon Lords."

The analogy sparked a fire in Demetri. "Yeah, yeah, yeah! Even if you're a level 85, you can't mount an attack on the grand realm alone," he added eagerly, turning to Eli.

Eli's face lit up as he nudged Demetri. "You need a team. Everybody has a special role. The only way we win is if we work together. As one."

Slowly, the group came together, their earlier frustrations melting into a shared determination. Sam grabbed the now-empty egg carton, holding it open as her peers carefully placed their eggs inside one by one.

Once the carton was full, Sam set it down behind them. The students lined up in front of it, their united front unmistakable as they formed a human shield.

"So, we're sure we want to put all our eggs in one basket?" Dylan asked, her sarcasm cutting through the tension. "You're specifically not supposed to do that."

Anthony nodded confidently. "This is gonna work."

A sharp whistle pierced the air, silencing the group. Their heads snapped toward the sound, but Chozen was nowhere in sight.

"Oh no, oh no. Oh God," Mitch muttered, his voice trembling as he shifted into his fighting stance.

"Get it together, penis breath," Dylan hissed, shooting Mitch a glare before scanning the area. "Has anyone seen him yet?"

Sam's eyes darted toward the house. She stiffened, her voice low but urgent. "Oh, shit."

Dylan followed her gaze just in time to see Chozen sprinting toward them, a bo staff gripped tightly in his hands. His speed was terrifying, and Dylan's heart skipped a beat.

"Ready!" Miguel shouted, and the line of teens braced themselves, each assuming their fighting stances.

Chozen barreled straight for Dylan at the center of the line. He swung his bo down hard, but Dylan raised his forearms just in time to block the blow. The impact sent a sharp pain shooting through his arms, and he hissed through clenched teeth.

Before Chozen could land another strike, Robby darted out of formation, landing a solid kick to Chozen's stomach and forcing him back.

Eli rushed forward next, throwing a punch, but Chozen caught his fist with ease and threw him backward. Eli stumbled, his arms flailing as he teetered dangerously close to the eggs.

"Eli!" Dylan yelled, lunging toward him. He caught Eli just in time, steadying him before he could fall. They exchanged a quick nod before turning back to the fight.

Sam leaped in next, aiming a kick at Chozen, but he blocked it with his bo.

"Grab the bo!" Eli shouted.

Without hesitation, Dylan and Eli charged at Chozen, grabbing the bo and pulling with all their might. Soon, more students piled in, their combined strength overwhelming Chozen as they wrestled the weapon from his grasp.

With Chozen momentarily disarmed, Dylan glanced at Sam. Their eyes met, and they nodded in unison. Together, they sprinted toward Chozen, spinning in perfect synchronization before delivering simultaneous kicks to his chest.

Chozen stumbled back, groaning as he regained his balance. The students froze, holding their collective breath as they waited for his next move.

Chozen straightened, his sharp eyes scanning the determined faces before him. His lips curled into a small smile.

"Snake concede," he said finally, his voice carrying a note of respect.

Dylan's jaw dropped, disbelief quickly giving way to exhilaration. "We did it!" Miguel shouted, grabbing Dylan's shoulders and shaking them enthusiastically.

Eli ran to Anthony, scooping him up in a hug. "Dude, it worked!" he yelled, his excitement infectious. The other students flocked to Anthony, their cheers filling the air.

Chozen watched them, pride glinting in his eyes as he nodded approvingly. "This is what we have that Cobra Kai does not," he said. "Their movement, mile wide but inch deep. Our movement, inch wide but mile deep. Now that you have learned to work together, I will teach you how to master your defense."

The students erupted into cheers again, their earlier frustrations forgotten as they celebrated their victory together.

"Will no one rise to the occasion?" Sensei Kim's sharp voice sliced through the tension in the dojo as she paced the mat with deliberate steps, her cold eyes scanning the students. Her expression was one of disdain, daring someone-anyone-to step forward and prove their worth. Her challenge hung heavily in the air, filling the room with an almost tangible pressure.

Arizona sat on the edge of the mat, her legs crossed and fists resting against her thighs. She stared down at the floor, her mind a swirl of frustration and defiance. The silence that followed Sensei Kim's words made her stomach twist. Then, she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned to see Devon leaning toward her, determination shining in her eyes.

"What is it?" Arizona asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Devon nodded toward the mat. "Let's do it," she said, her tone firm but not without a hint of nerves.

Arizona raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Are you sure?" she asked, leaning closer to keep their conversation private. "You aren't worried about getting your ass kicked again?"

Devon let out a small, dry laugh. "I'm not afraid of getting my ass kicked if that's what it takes to get better."

Arizona studied her for a moment, then sighed. "If we do this, you have to listen to me," she said seriously. "No second-guessing. Understand?"

Devon nodded quickly, her expression resolute. "That's what I've been trying to do since I got here-listen to you and Tory. I'm not here to fail."

Before Arizona could respond, Sensei Kim's voice cut through their quiet conversation. "We're here to fight, not gossip," she barked, her sharp heels clicking as she approached them. Her presence loomed like a storm cloud as she stared them down. "Dominance requires sacrifice." She scoffed as her gaze lingered on Devon. "You would not last one minute in my dojang back home."

Devon's face flushed, but she held her ground, her lips pressed tightly together. Arizona, on the other hand, squared her shoulders and met Sensei Kim's gaze directly. "We will," she said, her voice steady, almost defiant.

Arizona pushed herself to her feet, her movements deliberate. She stood tall, refusing to let the intimidation seep into her stance. Devon quickly followed, mirroring Arizona's posture as they faced Sensei Kim together. Sensei Kim tilted her head, her lips curling into a small, cruel smile. She looked between the two of them before finally pointing at Devon.

"Lee, sit," she ordered coldly.

Devon opened her mouth, clearly ready to argue, but Sensei Kim's sharp glare froze her words in her throat. "But, Sensei, I-"

"Silence," Sensei Kim snapped, her tone as harsh as a whip crack. "Did I grant you permission to speak?"

Devon's jaw snapped shut. She clenched her fists but obeyed, lowering herself back to the mat. Arizona glanced at her quickly, mouthing a small "sorry" before stepping forward onto the mat.

Sensei Kim turned sharply to face Tory. "Nichols, stand. Let's switch this up."

Tory rose, her movements calm and measured, as if she'd expected this. Arizona met her gaze as they came together in the center of the mat.

"Are you willing to listen to me?" Arizona asked, keeping her voice low but firm.

Tory nodded. "As long as you listen to me too. We're in this together."

Arizona frowned slightly. "Two leaders don't make a good team."

"Says who?" Tory challenged, her tone unbothered. "We take turns. When you tell me to do something, I do it. When I tell you to do something, you do it."

Arizona raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "You really think that's going to work?"

Tory shrugged. "It's worth a shot, isn't it?"

After a pause, Arizona nodded. "I guess so. Let's do this."

They turned to Sensei Kim and bowed deeply. "Fighting stance," Sensei Kim commanded, stepping back to give them room.

"Ais!" Arizona and Tory moved in perfect sync, dropping into their stances. Sensei Kim positioned herself in the center of the mat, her eyes flicking between them, assessing their every move.

"Go left," Tory whispered.

Arizona nodded and lunged forward, lifting her leg to kick toward Sensei Kim's left side. At the same time, Tory darted to the right, aiming a powerful punch at their Sensei's torso. But Sensei Kim was faster. She blocked both attacks effortlessly, her movements fluid and precise. Then, with a lightning-quick kick, she struck Arizona in the stomach.

Arizona stumbled back, gasping as the air rushed out of her lungs. She gritted her teeth and forced herself upright, immediately throwing herself back into the fight.

"Switch it up," Arizona called to Tory as they regrouped.

The two pivoted quickly, switching sides in an attempt to confuse their Sensei. Arizona aimed a high kick toward Sensei Kim's back, but their Sensei spun around just in time, catching Arizona's foot mid-air. Sensei Kim twisted Arizona's leg and then released it, forcing her to retreat to regain her balance.

With a sharp pivot, Sensei Kim delivered a powerful kick to Arizona's face. The impact whipped Arizona's head to the side, and she stumbled. When she turned back, anger and determination burned in her eyes. She watched as Tory stepped in, throwing a series of rapid punches, but none managed to land.

Sensei Kim grabbed Tory's arm mid-swing and used the momentum to flip her onto her back. Tory hit the mat with a loud thud. Arizona took a step forward, her muscles tense as she dropped back into her stance.

Sensei Kim swung her leg in a wide arc, aiming for Arizona's head, but Arizona dove down, barely dodging the attack. She rose quickly, throwing a series of punches that forced Sensei Kim to retreat slightly. Then, in a bold move, Arizona grabbed her Sensei's arm as she launched another punch. Arizona twisted it sharply and shoved her forward, landing a solid kick to her back.

Sensei Kim hit the mat with a loud crash but quickly started to push herself up. Arizona was faster. She stepped forward, planting her foot firmly on Sensei Kim's chest to pin her down.

She turned to Tory, her voice steady. "Get the last shot."

Tory nodded, rising to her feet. She approached with purpose and delivered a final jab to Sensei Kim's chest. Arizona removed her foot and stepped back, her breathing heavy but steady. Without another glance at her Sensei, she walked back to the mat and sank down beside Devon.

Devon broke into a grin, leaning in close. "Looks like there's a new Queen Cobra in town," she said with a chuckle.

Arizona didn't respond immediately, her mind still replaying the fight. But a small, satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

The dojo had mostly emptied, the once-thunderous energy now replaced with an eerie silence. The faint hum of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as Arizona lingered, seated on the edge of the mat. She was lost in thought, her hands fiddling with the edge of her gi, her mind replaying the fight with Sensei Kim. She hated to admit it, but the rush of victory, the moment she held her own against someone like Kim, had felt... intoxicating.

She should've been proud. She was proud. But there was a gnawing unease in her gut, a constant reminder of why she was really here.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sharp click of heels against the mat. Arizona's head snapped up to see Sensei Kim approaching her, her expression as composed and severe as ever. Arizona tensed instinctively, sitting straighter as Kim stopped in front of her.

"You fought well today," Sensei Kim said, her voice cool but edged with something Arizona didn't expect-approval. "You're finally beginning to understand what it takes to lead. To dominate."

Arizona's heart skipped a beat. The words felt like a hook, sinking into her skin and pulling her up. A compliment from Sensei Kim wasn't just rare-it was unheard of.

"Thank you, Sensei," Arizona replied carefully, forcing her tone to stay even, though her chest swelled with an unbidden sense of pride.

Sensei Kim didn't respond right away. Her gaze lingered, assessing Arizona with an intensity that made her skin crawl. Then, with a faint nod, she turned and walked away, the click of her heels echoing through the empty dojo.

Arizona sat frozen for a moment, her hands gripping the edge of the mat. Her mind was a storm. This wasn't why she was here. She wasn't supposed to care about the praise or the validation. And yet, she did.

Shaking her head as if to clear it, Arizona grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She needed to leave. The fresh air would help her think.

The cool night breeze hit her face as she stepped outside, a welcome reprieve from the stifling atmosphere of the dojo. She adjusted her bag and started down the street, but before she could make it far, a hand grabbed her arm.

"Arizona, wait."

She turned, her expression already souring, to find Tory staring at her. Her face was flushed, her eyes darting as if she was trying to figure out the right words to say.

"What?" Arizona snapped, pulling her arm free.

"Don't come back," Tory said firmly, her voice low but laced with urgency.

Arizona blinked, caught off guard. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Tory said, stepping closer. "Don't come back."

Arizona let out a sharp laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "And why shouldn't I? I'm Queen Cobra again. Isn't that what you wanted? For me to take the lead? To dominate?"

Tory's jaw tightened, and she ran a hand through her hair, clearly frustrated. "Arizona, stop," she said, her tone softening. "I know why you're here."

The words hit Arizona like a slap. She stiffened, her heart pounding. "What are you talking about?"

Tory crossed her arms, her gaze piercing. "You're here to spy. I'm not stupid. You wouldn't just come back." She took a step closer, her voice lowering. "But I'm not gonna tell anyone, okay? I get it. You're doing what you think you have to. But you need to understand-it's already getting to your head."

Arizona scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Whatever, Tory." She turned to leave, but Tory grabbed her wrist again, her grip firm but not forceful.

"Arizona, please," Tory said, her voice cracking slightly.

Something about the desperation in her tone made Arizona pause. She turned back, frowning. "What's your problem?"

Tory hesitated, searching Arizona's face as if trying to find the right words. "You won the All Valley," she said finally, her voice soft but steady.

Arizona blinked, confusion flickering across her face. "What are you talking about?"

Tory bit her lip, glancing away for a moment before meeting Arizona's gaze again. "Silver paid off the ref," she said quietly. "My win-it wasn't real."

The world seemed to tilt beneath Arizona's feet. Her eyes widened as the words sank in. "You're lying," she hissed, her voice trembling with anger.

"I'm not," Tory said firmly.

Arizona's hands curled into fists at her sides. "Why should I believe you?!" she snapped, her voice rising. "You tattooed 'traitor' on my arm, Tory! You don't get to stand here and act like you're some voice of reason!"

Tory flinched but didn't back down. "I know I messed up, okay? But I'm telling you the truth."

Arizona shook her head, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "You expect me to just trust you after everything?"

"You have to," Tory said, her voice calm but firm.

"I don't have to do anything," Arizona shot back. She yanked her arm free and turned on her heel, storming off without another word.

As she walked away, her heart thundered in her chest, a storm of anger, doubt, and confusion raging inside her. She refused to look back, but Tory's words lingered, cutting deeper than she cared to admit.

ASH SPEAKS!

this chapter is so long!! and this is one of my fav chapters.

i cant wait for s6 part 2 for this fic... axel and arizona !!! (friends but axel in love with arizona)

axel fic is coming btw....🤭

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