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Marisol cautiously walked into the Cobra Kai dojo, accompanied by Hawk. As she entered, she couldn't help but notice the intense glares from everyone in the room. Tory, with a hint of suspicion in her eyes, boldly questioned, "What's she doing here?" Her gaze fixed on Marisol, well-aware of her past relationship with Sam. Feeling a bit overwhelmed, Marisol turned to Hawk, silently pleading for his assistance.

Hawk met her gaze with a determined expression and confidently declared, "She's our guest today." He nodded firmly, positioning himself protectively in front of Marisol. Tory raised an eyebrow, her skepticism evident, and asked, "Wait, isn't she dating Samantha?"

Marisol's head shook with a mix of sadness and resignation. "Nah, we're done," she uttered, her voice carrying a hint of disappointment. Aisha's concern grew as she approached them, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. "Wait, you guys broke up? What happened?" she pressed, her curiosity piqued.

Marisol instinctively rubbed her arm, the spot where a scar lingered, and cleared her throat before responding, "Well, she couldn't handle the fact that I had Hawk's back." Tory's eyebrows furrowed, skepticism etched on her face. "You're not gonna blab all our secrets to Miyagi-Do, right?" she interrogated, seeking reassurance. Marisol's head shook firmly, her loyalty unwavering. Just as Miguel was about to approach Marisol to talk, his attention shifted as Johnny Lawrence made his entrance into the room.

Miguel and Marisol were still not on the best terms, and Miguel felt a strong desire to apologize and reconcile with her. As he mustered up the courage to approach her, Kreese suddenly emerged from his office, interrupting their moment. With a sly smirk on his face, Kreese addressed Miguel, "Cervantes, it's nice to see you. You here to try out?" Marisol's mouth fell open in disbelief, and she quickly responded, "Uh, maybe... I just want to see if I'll fit in here or not."

He nodded firmly, his gaze fixed on her as Johnny approached, questioning Marisol's presence. Miguel walked over to Marisol, his voice tinged with curiosity. "So, you're part of Cobra Kai now, huh?" he retorted. Marisol turned around to face him, shrugging her shoulders. "Not sure yet. Today's just a trial run for me," she explained. Miguel nodded, exhaling softly. "Listen, I wanted to apologize. We didn't exactly start off on the right foot. I didn't mean to come between you and Sam. I'm sorry."

She playfully waved her hand, blowing a raspberry. "Nah, it's all good. I should've been more supportive, whether you and Sam were a thing or not," she said, offering him an apologetic smile. She knew Sam's sexual orientation, but it wasn't her place to bring it up. Miguel extended his hand with a friendly smile. "Hey, I'm Miguel Diaz," he introduced himself. Marisol chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Nice to meet you, Miguel Diaz. I'm Marisol Cervantes," she replied, winking jokingly. Tory watched Marisol with a sharp glare, clearly feeling jealous.

Miguel let out a hearty laugh, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Do you speak any spanish?" he inquired, noticing the subtle traces of an accent in her speech. Marisol's face lit up with a wide grin, revealing her excitement. "¡Sí! Mi madre es mexicana. Y, creo que mi padre es irlandés," she shared, her voice filled with pride. Miguel's interest piqued as he hummed in response, eager to learn more about her unique heritage.

TRANSLATION: Um, yes. My mother is Mexican. And I think my dad is Irish

Miguel clicked his tongue, a warm smile spreading across his face. "¡Qué lindo! Yo también hablo español. Soy de Ecuador," he replied, matching her spoken language. Marisol couldn't help but laugh, finding it delightful that they could communicate in their shared language. The connection between them grew stronger as they bonded over their cultural background.

TRANSLATION: that's so cool. I'm also speak spanish. I'm from Ecuador.

Hawk maintained a discreet distance, silently observing as the pair engaged in a conversation laced with Spanish. The subtle nuances of their interaction didn't escape his notice, particularly Tory's unmistakable jealousy, prompting him to gently nudge her side. "Tor, don't let her unsettle you. She's not the type to steal him away," he reassured, sensing Tory's unease reflected in a nervous bite of her lip.

Tory sought confirmation, her eyes searching Hawk's for assurance. "You sure?" she questioned, and Hawk responded with a confident nod. As she exhaled, a mixture of relief and uncertainty painted across her face, her gaze shifting between Marisol and Hawk. After a moment of contemplation, she finally spoke. "Okay."

With purposeful steps, she closed the distance to Marisol, extending a gentle tap to her shoulder. "Hey, I'm sorry if our initial encounter was a bit off," she offered apologetically, observing as Marisol's eyebrows furrowed in response. The air seemed thick with apologies directed her way lately, and a peculiar pattern emerged – they were all from members of Cobra Kai.

This realization sparked a curious thought: Why did Sam and the Miyagi-Dos harbor such a steadfast opposition to these individuals who, in these moments of reconciliation, appeared less menacing and more inclined towards apology?

Marisol released a sigh, accompanied by a smile that seemed to require a bit of effort. "It's fine! I mean, I get it... Sam accused you of something you didn't even do," she conceded, the weight of understanding evident in her expression. Tory poised herself to respond when the scene shifted with the arrival of Johnny and Kreese stepping out of the office.

"Everybody, get your gis on. Cervantes, I'll get you one. Training starts in five minutes!" Johnny's authoritative announcement interrupted the conversation. Marisol exchanged a confused glance with Hawk, who reciprocated her bewilderment. "Yeah, what's wrong?" she queried, seeking clarification in the midst of the unexpected call to training.

Miguel took a deliberate step forward, his voice steady. "Nothing's wrong... I just thought we were headed to the woods for special training today," he clarified, prompting Johnny to cast a discerning look at Kreese, who leaned casually against the door frame of the office.

Johnny, intrigued, turned back to Miguel. "What's happening in the woods?" he asked, seeking more information. Marisol, not wanting to seem intrusive but with genuine curiosity, cleared her throat and interjected, "Sorry to interrupt, but I was informed Coyote Creek was the designated location for my trial base." She raised an eyebrow, directing the question at Johnny, who engaged in a hushed exchange with Kreese, creating a brief moment of whispered deliberation.

As tension filled the air, Hawk stepped forward, determination etched on his face. "We're ready, Sensei. We want to prove ourselves," he declared firmly, nodding to emphasize his commitment. Johnny surveyed the group, setting the tone, "It's up to Sensei Lawrence. If he says it's okay, then, and only then, is it okay," with Kreese reinforcing the directive. Miguel, feeling the weight of the decision, pleaded with Johnny.

After a moment of contemplation, Johnny relented, "All right, let's go. Cervantes, you won't be participating. You need to watch and observe how Cobra Kai operates. No Miyagi-Do nonsense." The words carried a clear directive, emphasizing the distinct philosophy they were expected to embody during the upcoming training.

Marisol's dramatic exhale echoed through the air. "Thank god. I don't really know karate. I didn't even take any Miyagi-Do classes," she declared with theatrical relief, eliciting a chuckle from Hawk. Kreese, his expression marked by furrowed eyebrows, rubbed his chin thoughtfully, fixating on the girl.

In that contemplative moment, Kreese discerned latent potential in Marisol—an uncut gem of a fighter. The notion of her untapped abilities lingered in his mind, fueling a silent determination. Mentally outlining a strategy, he envisioned private training sessions as the pathway to mold Marisol into Cobra Kai's top student. The prospect of transforming her into a formidable force within the dojo stirred a newfound sense of purpose in Kreese.

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The scene unfolded at Coyote Creek, where the group was strategically arranged into two teams. Marisol stood positioned between Kreese and Johnny, a tense anticipation lingering in the air. Johnny took charge, addressing the assembly, "Gentlemen, ladies, welcome to Coyote Creek. You've been split into two teams," his words setting the stage for what lay ahead. Hawk couldn't help but smirk at the unfolding challenge. Johnny continued, revealing the teams: "Red... and black."

Kreese stepped into the spotlight, adding gravity to the moment. "The goal is to capture as many headbands as possible from the other side. Today, the people across from you are not your friends. They're not your brothers. They are the enemy," his stern proclamation emphasized the shift in dynamics. With purpose, Kreese walked down the trail that served as the divide between both teams, casting a palpable sense of rivalry over the group.

An air of nervous anticipation surrounded Marisol as she anxiously bit on her nails, still uncertain about her feelings toward Cobra Kai. "The last team standing... wins," Kreese declared, his words casting a weighty atmosphere over the group. In response, Marisol shared a smirk with Hawk, a silent acknowledgment of the challenge ahead.

Seeking clarity, Miguel questioned, "How do we get the headbands?" Kreese's response was unequivocal: "By any means possible. No rules." Marisol's narrowed eyes betrayed a mix of determination and skepticism aimed in Kreese's direction.

Johnny's intervention added a layer of guidance, "Use your judgment. This is just a training exercise." The directive hung in the air, and as the unconventional challenge unfolded, Marisol's internal conflict mirrored the building intensity within the group, setting the stage for a unique and unpredictable training session at Coyote Creek.

"Correct, but remember, this is your life," he stressed, holding up the red headband, his words laden with gravity. "You lose it... you die," he added the ominous warning, prompting Marisol to eye him suspiciously, picking up on the intensity of his delivery.

Amidst this tension, a guy rushed over, nearly colliding with Marisol. "Hey, guys! Sorry I'm late. Traffic on the 118 was a real pain. Put Coyote Creek into the nav. Nothing came up," he explained, his arrival injecting a touch of chaos into the already charged atmosphere. The contrasting energies of foreboding caution and the latecomer's nonchalant apology created an intriguing dynamic within the group.

Marisol couldn't help but scoff, "Who are you, and what the hell did you do to yourself? You look like you just came out of a motorcycle gang," her tone a blend of incredulity and playful insult. Hawk, initially bursting into laughter, gradually toned it down under the watchful eye of Johnny.

The mysterious guy responded with a casual nod, lifting his glasses for emphasis. "Well, I just decided to flip the script, Hawk-style," he explained, prompting Marisol's eyes to widen in surprise. Her laughter erupted, and in a fit of amusement, she began pointing back and forth between the transformed guy and Hawk, sharing the hilarity of the moment. Meanwhile, Hawk, maintaining a more reserved demeanor, rolled his eyes at the playful banter unfolding around him.

Disregarding Marisol, he stood firm and proclaimed, "Heretofore, you can refer to me... as Stingray." As Marisol looked back, his newfound persona seemed to escalate her laughter even more, creating a contrasting dynamic between his serious announcement and her amused reaction.

—

As Marisol moved around, carefully observing people and meticulously taking note of their strategies, an unintentional collision occurred. She bumped into someone, causing her notebook to slip from her grasp. Kneeling down to retrieve it, she muttered an apologetic, "Shit." Upon looking up, she found Miguel towering over her with a good-natured laugh. "My bad," he acknowledged, and she stood back up, brushing off any discomfort. "It's fine!" she assured him, the brief interaction adding a touch of camaraderie to the intense training atmosphere.

Guided by Hawk's voice, they made their way over to his location. Mitch, wearing a look of disbelief, confronted him, saying, "What the hell, man?" Hawk met his incredulous gaze with a cocky smirk, sarcastically responding, "Sorry, ass-face. Today, you're the enemy."

Miguel, sensing the tension, raised an eyebrow and glanced at Marisol. Her attention was captured by the chain around Hawk's neck, adding an intriguing layer to the unfolding dynamics among the group. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as the transformation of alliances played out in the training exercise.

He raised Mitch's headband triumphantly, announcing, "Makes five kills," before reaching for the chain around his neck and displaying it to Mitch. Marisol's jaw dropped in an instant, a mix of shock and disbelief washing over her features as she recognized Mr. Miyagi's Medal of Honor.

"That little..." Marisol began, her voice laced with frustration and anger. Miguel, noticing her reaction, frowned and questioned, "What is it?" Marisol clenched her jaw, her response heavy with the weight of revelation. "That's Mr. Miyagi's Medal of Honor." The gravity of the situation added an intense layer to the unfolding events, leaving an air of tension and betrayal lingering among the group.

—

Marisol and Miguel strategized. Miguel assumed a pretense of being vulnerable, concealing himself behind some bushes. Meanwhile, Marisol planned to initiate a civil conversation with Hawk, anticipating his eventual anger. Leaning casually against a tree, Marisol observed as Hawk approached with a cocky smirk.

"Hey," he greeted, injecting a flirty tone, advancing closer and leaning into her personal space. Marisol responded with an eye roll, swiftly pushing him away. "You're seriously gonna act like nothing happened?" she exclaimed, her expression a mix of disbelief and frustration, setting the stage for the unfolding confrontation.

He gazed at her with a feigned cluelessness. "What?" he responded innocently, but Marisol scoffed in disbelief. "You trashed Miyagi-Do? I heard about that from Robby. I didn't expect it to be you," she hissed, her tone carrying a mix of disappointment and frustration. Hawk's once-confident smirk wavered in response.

Despite his initial reluctance to let Marisol know, he couldn't avoid the truth. His jaw clenched, and his eyes hardened as he explained, "They're the enemy. Sam broke your heart. I had to put them in their place." The revelation added layers of complexity to the situation, highlighting the personal motives behind Hawk's actions and leaving Marisol grappling with the unexpected truth.

A clueless expression painted Hawk's face as he faced Marisol's accusations. "What?" he questioned innocently, attempting to feign ignorance. Marisol's scoff revealed her disbelief, and she confronted him, "You trashed Miyagi-Do? I heard about that from Robby. I didn't expect it to be you," her hiss carrying a mix of disappointment and frustration.

Hawk's once-confident smirk faltered, replaced by a more serious demeanor. Reluctantly, he admitted, "They're the enemy. Sam broke your heart. I had to put them in their place." The tension escalated, with Marisol processing the unexpected revelation and Hawk grappling with the consequences of his actions and the personal motives that fueled them. The air hung heavy with the weight of the truth unveiled in that moment.

Marisol's laughter echoed dryly. "I seriously thought the other night that the Old Eli was still in there. But I was wrong. You're just a bully," she stated, disappointment lacing her words. A sense of disillusionment shadowed her expression as she continued, "I was actually considering joining Cobra Kai, but it's not even worth it. I was gonna join for you. Learn karate for you." The weight of shattered expectations and unmet hopes hung in the air, marking a turning point in Marisol's perspective on Cobra Kai and Hawk.

Hawk's mouth hung open in disbelief as Marisol advanced, purposeful steps leading her towards him. With unwavering resolve, she reached out, taking the Medal of Honor from around his neck. A forceful shove sent him to the ground, and Marisol whistled for Miguel to join them.

From the ground, Hawk stared up at Marisol with a blend of disbelief and terror. Her commanding presence loomed over him as she held the Medal of Honor. "Miguel, do whatever you want to him. I'm going to return this," she declared, her voice carrying a mix of determination and disappointment, marking a pivotal moment of accountability and consequences within the unfolding dynamics of Cobra Kai.

Marisol walked away angrily, brushing past Johnny, who turned to question her, "Hey, where are you going?" he inquired. She sighed with a tinge of sadness and replied, "I don't want to join a dojo with a bully," stating her reason succinctly.

"Wait, what? Cervantes!" Johnny shouted after her, but she continued walking away. Kreese, observing the scene, folded his arms with a smirk. He appreciated her resolve, confident in the belief that she would return—hopefully, according to his expectations.

—

Marisol pulled up to the LaRusso household, buzzing the doorbell. Robby opened the door, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "What's going on? Why are you here?" he questioned. Clearing her throat, Marisol responded, "I'm not here to win Sam back or to fight. I know we're step-cousins, but you have every right to be mad at me. I just came to give something back," she explained, holding up the Medal of Honor with a sense of sincerity.

Robby raised his eyebrows, a scoff escaping him. "You took it?" he questioned, scrutinizing her with disbelief. She shook her head, letting out a sigh. "No, it was Hawk. I had nothing to do with this or what happened to your dojo," she clarified, her words carrying a mix of frustration and genuine honesty. The exchange held the weight of untangling a web of misunderstandings and laying bare the truth in a charged moment.

He fixed her with a glare, forcefully taking the Medal of Honor from her hands and signaling his readiness to close the door. The anger emanating from Robby was evident; Marisol had played a role in breaking Sam's heart, and her father had betrayed his aunt. As the door began to shut, Marisol halted its progress, her eyes conveying a sense of apology. "We're not all assholes. Please tell Sam I'm sorry," she implored, the weight of remorse underscoring her words in a moment fraught with tension and unresolved emotions.

He bestowed upon her one last look before firmly closing the door. Unbeknownst to Marisol, a revelation loomed in the shadows – Sam, in an effort to mend her heart, had begun dating Robby, a development she remained unaware of as the door sealed the unspoken secrets behind it.

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ash speaks!

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