The days pass

Dash was lying in a bathtub filled with cold water, with ice cubes floating. The cold stimulated his muscles so much that all the accumulated fatigue gradually disappeared as the minutes passed.

Pressing his throat while enduring the pain of the cold, he felt really good because all the pain he complained about before was immediately overshadowed by the cold.

As time passed, Dash's palm began to move on its own, and a new sensation filled his body, imagining over and over a simulation in a battle.

"So, that's what Mr. Kim meant by hitting the enemy's vital points with force..." As he imagined the enemy's weak points, Dash's face immediately showed understanding. He had been thinking a lot about how to improve as quickly as possible, and Mr. Kim gave him a hint about it.

In his imagination, Dash was on a mat, striking a training dummy in the weakest areas of the human body and obviously allowed in a karate tournament.

"Hmm, I'll surely give a good result if the enemy underestimates me, and only with good technique, I can reach the final..."

Over the years in the hospital, Dash had memories created by his shattered mind, and he believed he was the only one with bad luck. He could see all those people feeling fine and wasting all the opportunities they had. He filled with fury at feeling weak, and the most lamentable thing of all was that he could never prove that he was better.

Now Dash felt better than the people in his living environment itself; he should feel this way if he wants to go far, as a weak mentality would not serve him at all to achieve everything he wants. However, it was a very short time to show all his qualities and how far he could go.

But knowing that in the Kung Fu tournament, someone like Dre Parker might face him, he was filled with a competitive feeling and wanted to know if he could defeat those people.

Dash sighed deeply as his mind drifted. This consuming mental state, if not noticed, was worrisome, so he decided to get out of the shower and change quickly.

Unfortunately, even though he had the chance to live a new life, not everything was so easy, but he believed he would progress slowly.

That's why he chose Kung Fu for its complexity and the focus he should have to stand out. Due to his little time for the karate tournament, Dash focused on the Northern Dragon Kung Fu style to achieve the best results. What he needed was everything that the Northern Dragon Kung Fu style had, and Mr. Kim was an expert in that discipline.

In terms of fighting, martial artists of the Northern Dragon Kung Fu style would be considered counter-attackers, waiting for their opponent to strike first and then reacting by attacking their weakest point. For this, Dash knew that many would underestimate him, and that's when he would strike at the enemies' weak points.

"Attacking first would be foolish when there will be students bigger than me..." Dash clenched his fists. He understood that he possibly wasn't the best fighter of his age, but if he concentrated, he knew he could take on many talented rivals, and he was definitely sure he wasn't the weakest.

"Possessing talent is the best thing in the world, but if talent and hard work are mixed, the world will be in my hands..." Although Dash is still young, he clearly understood this principle, and what he wanted most was to enhance his entire body to the highest possible quality.

Having dried his already long hair, Dash kept his eyes closed in front of the mirror. Because it was night and his parents would be back soon, he focused on having dinner with them.

In his previous life, he had siblings at the age of twelve, so it was possible that this would happen again in this life, and there would be many more things to pay attention to after that.

"It seems that now I will meet my future younger siblings..." Dash murmured softly as he left his room and headed to the living room.

Elena was sitting, looking at some things on a tablet. Technology was advancing rapidly, but Dash, who was very aware of how far it had come, didn't pay attention to those things.

"You're home early; aren't you training today?" Elena's question was subtle but revealed a part of the way she believed to connect with her son.

Dash sat down and said, "It's good to rest from time to time..."

There wasn't much to talk about with his mother; Dash couldn't open his heart to her, and that mostly made him spend his time with her in silence.

"As for your studies, it's a surprise that you've improved your grades..."

"Exercise might also stimulate my intelligence. I'm much better than before, but it's also because I study and do homework with Devon..."

Elena finished what she was doing and stood up. She knew that Dash acted this way because they had never spent much time at home, but that was better. Her son demonstrated all the qualities that someone of his class required.