blood trickling from a busted lip. The shock had
worn off, replaced by a dark, all-consuming fury.
He didn't care about rules anymore. He didn't
care about the audience. He was going to kill the
old man. He grabbed the heavy wooden handle
of the mop, staggering to his feet, raising it like a
baseball bat.
"I'm going to end you!" Julian screamed,
tears of rage in his eyes.
"Julian! STOP!"
The voice boomed through the dojo like a
thunderclap, echoing off the mirrored walls,
carrying an authority that demanded instant,
total obedience.
Everyone turned toward the entrance.
Standing in the doorway, a heavy canvas travel
bag dropped at his feet, was Sensei Kaito
Tanaka. He had returned from Asia a week early.
His face, usually a mask of calm composure, was
pale, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and
sheer horror as he took in the scene: his senior
black belt, battered and bleeding, wielding a
mop handle like a weapon against the night
janitor.
most profound bow the students had ever
witnessed. His torso was completely parallel to
the floor, his eyes fixed on Elias’s worn work
boots. He held the bow, entirely motionless, a
supreme display of ultimate submission and
respect.
Julian lowered the mop handle, his mouth
agape. The students stared, paralyzed with
confusion. Why was their Sensei bowing to the
janitor?
"Master Williams," Sensei Tanaka said, his
voice thick with emotion and profound
reverence. "I... I had no idea you were in the city.
I am deeply honored by your presence, and I am
unimaginably ashamed of what has transpired
in my dojo."
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Elias looked at Tanaka, a small, gentle smile
touching the corners of his mouth. "Rise, Kaito,"
he said softly. "It is good to see you again. Your
technique has matured. Your dojo is beautiful."
Tanaka slowly straightened up, though he
kept his head slightly bowed, refusing to meet
Elias’s eyes directly out of respect. He turned
slowly toward his bewildered students, his gaze
finally falling upon Julian. The anger in Tanaka’s
eyes was terrifying.
"Fools," Tanaka whispered, his voice
vibrating with barely contained fury. "You
arrogant, blind fools." He pointed at Elias. "Do
you have any idea who this man is?"
The room was silent.
"This," Tanaka announced, his voice ringing
out clear and sharp, "is Grandmaster Elias
Williams. He is the founder of the very striking
system we practice. He was a three-time
undisputed world champion before any of you
were even born. He is a living legend, my own
master’s teacher, a man who has forgotten more
about martial arts than all of us combined will
ever learn. And you," Tanaka glared at Julian