Investing and Honing skills

Since discovering Fred Myers and Fisk's involvement in my mother's death, I've been contemplating ways to take them down.

Rand Industries—Danny Rand. I know his dojo is active around this time. I can go there and learn a thing or two from him. Additionally, I want to start investing in companies poised for growth in the coming years. The three I've singled out are Stark Industries, Oscorp Industries, and Roxxon Corporation. I'm aware it might be morally questionable to invest in these, but I need money fast.

Once I turn 18, I'll allocate $20,000 from the $80,000 and invest it. Opting for a mutual fund or ETF will allow me to diversify my investment across various companies and industries. This strategy can help mitigate risk and minimize the impact of any downturn specific to Stark Industries.

A/N: Is this a prudent approach to accumulating more wealth, or should I consider an alternate strategy?

[Scene Change]

I found myself on the Lower East Side of Manhattan, aiming to visit Danny Rand's dojo. I hoped to pick up a few skills and potentially earn his goodwill for assistance. Maybe he could help me investigate why Rand Enterprises acquired that land and what their plans were.

As I neared the dojo, I immersed myself in the heart of New York City. Skyscrapers cast lengthy shadows over the bustling streets. The dojo occupied a tranquil corner, a refuge from the city's relentless pace. A wooden sign displaying a coiled dragon emblem hung above the entrance—an emblem synonymous with the Iron Fist's training ground.

The dojo's exterior blended traditional elegance with contemporary touches. Polished wooden panels adorned the walls, accompanied by potted bonsai trees and bamboo plants. Statues of ancient martial artists flanked the entrance, emanating an aura of power and serenity.

Stepping inside, I was greeted by faint traces of incense and the scent of freshly brewed tea. The interior boasted a minimalistic and inviting design, tatami mats covering the floor, and shoji screens diffusing natural light through large windows.

The main training area offered ample space for practitioners to hone their martial arts skills. A striking mural of a dragon adorned one wall, reminiscent of Danny Rand's Iron Fist moniker.

A raised platform at the center of the room hosted Danny Rand himself, dressed in traditional martial arts attire. His calm and collected demeanor commanded respect.

Diverse students engaged in focused training, their dedication evident in every motion.

As I approached Danny Rand, a sense of purpose engulfed me. The dojo's mystique and the enigma surrounding the Iron Fist filled the air.

Pretending to be nervous, I initiated the conversation. "Hi, I'm Leon Pentance. I've heard about your dojo and your skills. I'm interested in joining to enhance my abilities."

Danny Rand, with a warm smile, responded, "Welcome, Leon. I'm Danny Rand. Our doors are open to all those seeking self-improvement through martial arts. Join us, and allow me to introduce you to my fellow students."

Alexandra quietly observed me, likely assessing my potential during training. She was gauging how long it would take for me to give up.

As I approached Danny Rand's dojo, I found myself in the heart of New York City, where towering skyscrapers cast elongated shadows over bustling streets. The dojo resided in a serene corner, tucked away from the frenzied rhythm of the city's pulse. An emblem of a coiled dragon adorned a wooden sign above the entrance—an unmistakable symbol of the Iron Fist's training ground.

The dojo's façade blended timeless tradition with contemporary sensibilities. Gleaming wooden panels adorned the walls, interspersed with potted bonsai trees and bamboo arrangements. Flanking the entrance were statues of ancient martial artists, frozen in postures that exuded a potent blend of power and tranquility.

Upon stepping inside, I was greeted by the delicate aroma of incense, subtly intertwining with the scent of freshly steeped tea. The interior ambiance was minimalist yet inviting, with tatami mats underfoot and shoji screens that deftly filtered the natural light pouring through expansive windows.

The main training space sprawled generously, providing ample room for students to engage in their martial pursuits. A striking mural of a dragon, a symbolic nod to Danny Rand's Iron Fist mantle, adorned one wall.

At the heart of this training arena stood a raised platform, serving as the focal point where Danny Rand, the dojo's master, shared his wisdom with his disciples. Clad in traditional martial attire, his demeanor resonated with an air of calm authority.

A diverse assembly of students, spanning various ages and backgrounds, could be seen dedicating themselves to focused practice, their commitment evident in every move they executed.

As I drew closer to Danny Rand, a sense of gravitas accompanied my steps. The dojo's aura of mystique, entwined with the enigma surrounding the Iron Fist, seemed to permeate the air.

Putting on a show of nerves, I initiated conversation. "Um, hi, I'm Leon Pentance. I've heard about your dojo and your remarkable skills. I'm genuinely interested in joining to enhance my abilities."

With a welcoming smile, Danny Rand responded, "Welcome, Leon. I'm Danny Rand. Our dojo embraces all who seek self-improvement through the martial arts. I invite you to become acquainted with my fellow students."

Alexandra's observant gaze fixed on me, seemingly sizing up my potential during training. It was as though she was gauging how long it would take for me to bow out.

Author's Note: I've altered the dialogue format slightly for a more fluid read.