Chapter 3" Searching for clues

I wish I could say that I'm fine after my mother's death, but I'm feeling this inside me. It's like a part of me is leaving with her. After all, she was my mother, whether we like it or not. A bittersweet feeling always came up when I thought about her. What had happened before she changed into that person who asked me for forgiveness? It was disgusting how many times she brought those men home and practically forced me to listen to those things at night. Her moans are still in my ears. The feeling of anger has long since passed, so I don't hate her. In fact, I see that everything was a learning experience. If I hadn't run away, maybe my life right now would be just as bad, if not worse. 

She told me to find my father, to look for my only family member still alive in this world, so what do we know about John Lawrence? ...

I started researching things about him on the internet. He didn't have Facebook or anything like that. I researched things about Los Angeles, about everything involving their lives, to see if there was a possibility of me finding anything about him. I knew where he lived in the city, but I didn't know his address. My mother gave me an incomplete address. She did her best, so I'm not going to blame her or anything like that...

After a few hours of research I came across a car sales ad... Larruso Auto, I've never heard of him before, but his face... doesn't look familiar? 

a few minutes trying to remember the face of the man I saw in an advertisement... something sparked inside my mind...

!!!!! THIS IS MY MOTHER'S PICTURES "So I started going through my mom's old pictures and there was a poster of a karate tournament from the 80's." I remember her saying in one of our conversations that my dad was a karate fighter in the 80's and fought a guy who kicked him in the face and ended up winning the tournament. I need videos to know who this guy is, he is connected to my dad but first I need to confirm the veracity of my doubts...

So after a few hours of trying to browse old karate sites I finally found what I was looking for, the All Valley Karate Tournament fights . It was hard to find you, you stupid old video.

Third person Pov: 

Jack watched the video of the All Valley Karate Tournament with his heart in his mouth. The picture was a little shaky, the quality wasn't the best, but he couldn't take his eyes off the screen. There he was, the man from the ad, the man from his mother's poster... his father?

The fight was tense, the two fighters facing each other ferociously. Jack watched every blow, every movement, trying to find something familiar, something that connected him to that man. And then, he saw it. A smile. A quick smile, almost imperceptible, but one that Jack recognized immediately. It was the same disdainful smile as the man in the photo his mother had. 

Jack felt a lump in his throat. He had no more doubts, that was his father, so it was this idiot who was my father, his old photos were all my mother had of him.

Jack paused the video and began researching the All Valley Karate Tournament. He discovered that it had taken place in 1984 and that the winner had been Daniel Larusso. Then something activated in his mind, "So it really was him, "Larusso Autos" I knew I wasn't mistaken I already have the clue, my old man lives in Los Angeles, he is also his arch enemy lives in Los Angeles too, the only clue about this guy is the place where my mother found out he lives Reseda, the problem is that Reseda is a damn big place with several provinces around there, My only chance is to find this Daniel Larusso and ask him about my old man ...

While I can move to Reseda, I don't need to explicitly go after my old man like that. I want to see what kind of man he is behind all this. 

Third person pov: 

Jack took a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline rush through his body. He knew he couldn't just show up in front of Johnny Lawrence and say, "Hey, I'm your son." That wasn't how things worked. He needed a plan, he needed to understand who this man was before he could make any decisions.

He opened a map of Reseda on his laptop and began to mark places where Johnny might be. His old dojo? Did it still exist? Did he have his own place or was he still living in a cheap apartment? With each new search, more questions arose.

The idea of ​​looking for Daniel LaRusso kept gnawing at his mind. If this tournament was so important, maybe LaRusso knew more about Johnny than anyone else. Besides, he owned LaRusso Auto, a public business that was easy to find. Unlike Johnny, who seemed to have made a point of hiding from the digital world.

Jack closed his laptop and threw himself on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The search for his father was now not just a desire, but an obsession. Not because he needed a father, but because he needed to understand.

So what kind of man was Johnny Lawrence really?

And, most importantly... was Jack like him?

That night, Jack packed his bags. He wouldn't need much—a few clothes, enough money to get by, and his determination. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he had a purpose.

Reseda was waiting for him.