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❛ this already has like a ninety percent chance of failing. ❜
MIGUEL FACETIMED AYANE AS SOON as he heard the news about the changes in the tournament.
"So it looks like we won't have to fight each other, at least," he said.
Ayane sat down on her bed. "Yeah, but– I was kinda looking forward to a rematch."
Miguel laughed. "Well, we already know who the girl's champion is gonna be."
She shook her head.
"Everyone keeps saying that, but what if someone better than me shows up? I hope no one's putting bets on me or anything."
Miguel scoffed. "Ayane, you can literally beat anyone in a fight. I know pretty well by now."
She shook her head.
"Whatever. I'm just saying, I hope all these people aren't expecting me to win because what if I don't? I mean– Sam's pretty good isn't she?"
Miguel replied, "Ayane. Come on. Literally, I mean this as unbiased as possible, no one is better than you. The only way you'd lose is if you got hurt. Shit, now you're actually gonna get hurt."
Ayane laughed.
"What are you gonna do for the skills part?" she asked.
"I don't know, I was thinking about doing kata?"
She raised her eyebrows. "Oh, so Mr. LaRusso's been teaching you kata?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry I called it ballet. It's actually pretty cool."
"I know," was her response. "I think I'm gonna use a bo staff. But then again, I kinda wanna use a katana."
Miguel arched an eyebrow. "I don't know if I'd trust you with a sword. No offense."
Ayane scoffed. "Just because you said that, I'm gonna do it. So enjoy losing the skills competition, dork."
"I don't know, I think my kata's pretty good. I can do flips."
"So can I. But I can do flips with a sword, so..."
"Shut up," he halfway laughed, shaking his head.
Miguel cleared his throat. "So uh... you know prom's coming up, right?"
