SrCuervo

On the walls of a hospital room, where the shadows of death intertwine with the destinies of those who still want to live, Dash Hale, who knows that he was near his end, laughs self-deprecatingly when he knows that the time was approaching of his death.

By the time he believed that he was at the end of it, his life blossoms similar to a Sakura tree but things are not the same as in his past life.

When he realizes that he is in a world where Karate and Kung Fu are more relevant than he thought since he recognized certain people who until before his death were fiction, Dash with his new opportunity to enjoy his life embarks on your most ardent desires.

At some point, everyone will fall before the dragon warrior who will grow in values and pride.

Cobra Kai: The Dragon Warrior

"A partnered dance?" Devon asked, looking at Mr. Kim, who had suggested they perform a dance to demonstrate their skills.

Dash, seated in the corner of the private room where they trained, envisioned a classical dance where both would execute coordinated movements to background music.

Dash's thoughts weren't entirely off the mark, but Mr. Kim had a much deeper idea in mind. He said, "Both of you know Kung Fu; coordinating a dance won't be too challenging."

"But is a dance really necessary?"

"Absolutely. It will showcase your martial arts to the audience and significantly boost your ranking points," Mr. Kim explained, holding competition information sheets.

Creating a choreography required perfect synchronization, a challenging feat since it demanded precise control of movements in tune with any potential background melody.

In response, Dash began training with Devon, initially mimicking a horse stance as they glided across the mat. They only needed to name the posture or action to execute the same move.

"Slide your hand slowly down your left front side and then swiftly clap upward," Mr. Kim instructed, assessing both of their coordination.

Dash and Devon moved like figures in perfect harmony, excited about the incredible result they could achieve in such a short time. Each admired the other's perfection, finding satisfaction in every small accomplishment.

"You're getting faster, Devon," Dash reminded him as he increased the speed of his movements.

Devon, in turn, adjusted her pace, observing Dash's long arms and advising, "You're not fluid; I can see you're stiff."

Their Northern Dragon martial art movements showcased perfectly with every synchronized step. Devon felt a deeper connection with Dash, while he, in some way, felt excited. They didn't know how well they were doing, but the thought of how others would perceive it filled them with incredible emotion.

After the training, Mr. Kim approached and said, "Both of you have done an excellent job. I'll send you the choreography this afternoon so you can familiarize yourselves with each other's movements."

Dash nodded in anticipation. After being relaxed for a while, it was time to train his body to regain the level he had before. It was mentioned that the level he lost was insignificant, given the years of work he had put in.

Dash had been changing during his recovery, and in that regard, what he lost over this time was inconsequential.

"Shall we train together?" Devon smiled discreetly, looking at Dash and awaiting his response.

Dash felt scrutinized and replied, "You know it would be better for you to train with three girls at once than with me. Do you really want to lose?"

"Are you being arrogant now?" Devon asked, looking closely at Dash.

"To be honest, we've never fought seriously before. The last time, we ended up completely forgetting about the movie."

"True, I'm still upset about losing to that school with only a Karate club, but if we could crush them next year,"

Dash nodded without saying anything, knowing Devon well enough to understand that it was better not to say anything.

The Dance of the Killer and the Healer