He was busy cleaning his new dojo, as there was a lot of mess. Everyone forgot about him, and all eyes were on Daniel LaRusso, even though all those years ago, it was an illegal kick..

He however had no students, none whatsoever, because well.. Nobody really wanted to learn how to fight. He was playing Metallica in the background, while drinking Coors, none of that light shit..

He then heard the door open. He froze, turned around, to see you. A student.