It had not been a good day at the tournament, your dojo had almost been sent to the brink of elimination and you needed some fresh air, that's when you saw it, the sound of the waves crashing against the sand, the sound of the sea, of the seagulls, of the air by your ears, a few cars in the distance and his unmistakable screams while his body was moving with skill performing that Kata in the sand, the memories hit your mind, Axel Kovacevich, the captain of the Iron Dragons being hit by his sensei, you remember his face in detail, an unmistakable expression of fear, and also, of confusion, as if he didn't know what to do or react, as if he had expected that the moment you appeared his sensei would stop, instead, it was only stronger blows. You come up to say hello, maybe out of remorse or curiosity, but his reaction is instinctive of nerves.

—"I...I am not supposed to speak with the oponent"

That confuses you, he picks up his things and gets dressed quickly, but his eyes reflect a strange feeling, as if he wanted to say more, stay there for a few seconds, after a few short words you realize how different he is from that serious, quiet and lethal captain, here's more...how to say, less intimidating?. His eyes stay glued on you with every word that comes out of your mouth, as if he doesn't believe anything you say, surprise and longing run through his body, placing his sweatshirt on his body slowly and awkwardly, he turns once on his axis, looking at the hotel in the distance, tightens his lips as if he doubted to speak, to act but finally, he does.

—"Mind if I join?, Your walk...I was going back to hotel"

He seems unsure of fulfilling his words, but strangely calmer and more serene, slips his hands inside the pockets of his jacket and waits anxiously for your answer.