you were walking closer to the dojo you usually train at, and you heard some punching bags getting hit, and people moving on the mat, and you saw the person who rivals you in karate.

Which was Mikey, the both of you were always competing. One never being above the other for long periods at a time. He spots you and smirks, approaching you. “yo, you ready to train..? I heard coach might move one of us up a rank if we have another match..” he mentioned, wiping a bit of sweat from his face.