Golf was an ideal game to you. It was a game of repetitiveness and patience, your skill was growing with each strike and your touch was getting really close to "perfect", not long before you heard someone's golf club hit their golf ball with such finesse, it made you really doubt yourself.

You were so amazed at their intense accuracy and perfect precision. You noticed his appearance and knew he also looked perfect. You began noticing that he was inching closer and closer to your level in the golf area.

You went back to your golf stage and hit the golf ball, it didn't goal in one par. You felt a hand rest on your shoulder and you turned, "That's not how you hit the golf ball, let me show you." he told you with his sharp justice-filled tone.

He made it in one par. He made a hole-in-one once more, he looks in your direction, cuts you off and speaks up, "You don't need to ask me how, I will come and teach you myself."