Reflecting (Watchmen, Open)

[jellar]

(OOC: I say open, but this is more for the Watchmen that have been in the tournament, or maybe just Watchmen. If you're not a Watchman, come up with a good reason to be in the building and I won't mind at all.)

Jellar stood in front of the dojo, looking up at the large building. He brought his left hand up, rubbing a bruise on the left side of his face, remembering Kyukaku and the fight they had. In the tournament, he was eliminated in the first round. He placed only one good hit in, yet he was taken out by two. His right hand went to his lower chest. There was not much of a bruise there, but he remembered the pain he felt when Kyukaku landed the finishing blow there. He remembered the lack of oxygen as he gasped for breath, collapsing on the floor. He felt incredibly weak, as if he was unable to do anything. Upon reflecting, most of his fights resulted in losses since he came to Varron.

Finally, Jellar decided to enter the dojo. He was a Watchman, so he felt he was welcome to report to the dojo whenever he felt like it. The Saturday was boring, and he decided to kill time thinking about his tournament. None of the Watchmen advanced to the finals, sadly. Even Maverik was out at the semi-finals. Raphael, to Jellar's own satisfaction, was out at the first round just like Jellar. Xenarius had fallen prey to Jellar's own opponent. A tinge of regret fell into heart, and he clutched his chest as he opened the door and walked into the dojo. He exhaled deeply, knowing that he could have done better.

He saw the shrine and the sword on the altar in the back of the dojo. It brought memories. He walked to the middle of the dojo and sat down, cross legged and sitting up straight, arms resting inside his lap. He looked up to the shrine, and then to the wall as he skimmed over the rules of the Watchmen. He came to the eighth rule. 'Find one thing more important to you than yourself. Protect it with your life.'

He still hadn't found that one thing. There were true candidates, the most probably one being his father, but he had not had many things of people to cherish in his life. His mother was gone already, and he did not have many friends that he felt he could trust in deeply. There were many acquaintances, for sure, on varying levels of depth, but none of them were capable of Jellar to call a close friend.

He closed his eyes, meditating, simply reflecting.

[saskai]

Mayon walked towards the dojo. He wasn’t in deep thought but he was thinking. Mayon didn’t feel as though he needed to enter the tournament but he was there to watch. He was able to see how every watchman, including Maverick, was knocked out before the finals. Mayon was also part of the watchmen. Unfortunately, he could only watch. Mayon wondered what was going on in the heads of all the other members that were in the tournament. What would happen to each of them? Would they still be here? Mayon doubted that any of them were going to leave because of this but it did seem as though it meant a lot to them. Mayon approached the door of the dojo. The setting was calm and collective as he opened the doors and entered. The warm embrace of the room made his heart feel full.

Mayon had memorized the people in the watchmen. He memorized their names and basic appearances mostly, as he didn’t know any of them very well. The one he knew the most was Kai Schanburg, and that was only because they fought in the tournament in Varron. The other ones were a couple guys. Dante Williams was one, and the others were Xenarius, Jellar, “Kruzy”, Kazuma, and someone Mayon had heard about and didn’t care for, Raphael. There was also one woman. Tong Xian Tian. Mayon remembered that whole name because it was one that he didn’t hear often.

Mayon looked around and only noticed one man. Based on the features he remembered, he assumed it was the man named Jellar. Jellar was in the tournament, that was something Mayon remembered. However, Jellar lost in the first round to someone name Kyukaku. Mayon noticed he was just relaxing. At least, that’s what it seemed to be. Mayon didn’t know why Jellar was here. Hell, Mayon didn’t know why he came. He supposed it was just to think. Think about life and what was going on in this world. Mayon looked at Jellar and realized he had never actually introduced himself to him. Mayon walked up to the left side of Jellar.

“Not to bother you or anything, but my names Mayon Dept, another Watchmen. It is nice to meet you.” Mayon extended his hand. “And you are?” Mayon always believed it was proper for the other person to give their names first.

[jellar]

Through his meditation, Jellar's thoughts and senses were serene. The tranquility and silence was relaxing, but that was cut short by the door behind him opening. Jellar did not react at all to this as he felt the sun's light rays on his back from the opening door, but he almost knew for sure that he would be confronted by the man, or maybe woman, which Jellar felt was unlikely. There was almost nothing else to be doing in the dojo, so confrontation was inevitable. Hearing the footsteps travel to Jellar's left side, his eyes remained closed, trusting himself on a hunch that the man coming was not bringing hostile intentions.

When the man came, an introduction was given. Mayon Dept. He remembered the name from his very first encounter with the group of the Watchmen. He opened his eyes and looked to his left, relaxing his stance. He was entreated by the usual hand offered and Jellar stood up before turning and taking the hand of the man of familiar features from many days before. While taking the hand firmly, Jellar introduced himself as well. "Jellar Feint, and likewise," he said, giving his name.

From then on, Jellar felt a tiny bit awkward, of which he paid no attention to. The Watchman standing in front of him did nothing to gain any distaste from Jellar, so he had no bones to pick with him unlike some other few, namely Raphael. He retracted his hand and began to contemplate a little more, his thoughts interrupted by Mayon's arrival. Breaking eye contact, Jellar looked up and around the spacious area. It was really plain; something that Jellar liked. He returned his eye contact to Mayon and spoke to him.

"So, what're you doing here?" he asked, a simply question to carry conversation. The dojo seemed a little desolate and unpopulated. There was little to be done around here other than hold meetings. Maybe they could train, but there was no equipment around. A spar could occur, but that had to be arranged. Jellar came here on his own accord, not on another person's.

[Tong Xian Tian]

It had been a few weeks that Xian had not been out much and no one could really blame her. With the recent news and all the stress and pain from it, she had decided to stay home for a while so no one could see her that way. Xian had only allowed Maverik near her as she refused others to see her in such a horrible state. What she was hiding from the world? It was her pregnancy and she was still hiding it. Xian of course still did not appear anywhere close to be bearing a child and it was good for her. The Chinese woman wore her normal clothing, though not as tight as before, and it actually covered her whole belly for she didn't want anyone to see her abs wearing off. No one would suspect and that was good.
But today, Xian wanted to see the guys from her lover's dojo. It had been a while and she knew that she should have went there more often, but she was not mentally prepared to see the world yet. Though now ready, she went there, needing some time to finally get out of the house.

So the Asian girl walked along in the streets, her little golden monkey on her shoulder as she walked towards the building. She was soon there but took her time, she was in no hurry anyway and walking around was great. Though once at the dojo she would probably say hello to all and see if Maverik was there, if not she would either just sit and watch people or leave. Of course she could not do anymore gymnastics or exercises that she was used to for if she did, she would most likely have a mis-carriage. So she would play it cool until the baby was finally born. For now, she would relax and enjoy herself calmly.

Once she arrived at the building, Xian walked inside, Ming Ming the monkey still on her shoulder as she looked around to see whom was already there. There were only a few guys, not much as usual but then again, they had a life as well and were probably busy.
Xian walked around and watched as two guys spoke to each other. Xian walked up to them and stopped.

"Um sorry for interupting you, but I just wanted to say hi. It's been a while that I've been here. Heheh." she said nervously. Sure Xian always planned things ahead but she was never too couragous when it actually came down to doing it. "Has Maverik been around here today?" she asked, tilting her head to the side, still wondering about if Maverik was there. She mostly just wanted to say hi to him and show him that she actually left the house other then buying food and materials needed for the house or herself.

[Maverik]

Sounds emanated from the first floor of the Watchmen dojo. It was uncommon that it was used unless there was a training session or a Watchmen meeting, but the doors were always open to anyone who might wish to visit. A lone figure stirred from her seat at a rather impressive computer setup, a wall covered with monitors, each showing different video feeds and documents containing useful information. The older woman Rose sat in her seat, somewhat intrigued by the activity below. “Well now… This is unexpected…” She muttered with a small smile as she turned towards the downward staircase. Slowly, she eased herself out of the chair, and taking a deep breath, she lifted her aging figure out of her seat.

She still looked younger than she was. Her face fairly wrinkle free. But it was obvious that she had been fighting a loosing battle with time. Regardless, she held herself with a certain poise and grace as she walked towards the stairs, hearing the door open once more, and a familiar voice emanating from the room. It was Maverik’s girl friend Xian. She smiled a little more as she heard the Chinese girl ask if anyone had seen him. “I’m afraid he’s busy today dear…” Her smooth voice cooed as she descended the stairs. “My fault I must confess. I asked him to run me an errand” She told the girl simply as she came to the base of the stairs. In truth, she had merely fed him a lead on the recent activities of a man who’s resemblance to Kvist was remarkable. He had decided to follow it up, concerned for what might occur if it was indeed him.

She looked at Xian’s cloths and the way she held herself and a slight knowingness filled her face. Xian definitely wasn’t showing at all… But Rose was extremely perceptive of such things. “I believe I shall have to scold him when he returns… Seems he’s been keeping secrets” She winked softly and turned to the two boys who had also entered the room. “You’re bothered by the groups performance in the tournament are you not?” She asked rhetorically. “Do not let it worry you… Such a battle was not easily won, and as I’m sure Maverik was well aware… It took you all out of the element he has created in this place…” She paused and glanced up at the rules.

“Teamwork… It is the one fundamental that he wishes you all to understand…” She said wisely as she turned back to them. “The fact that he himself lost is only further proof of this fact… When facing horrible odds, against ruthless opponents, one cannot effectively stand alone…” She closed her eyes slowly “Something he has struggled with for a long time…” She added before opening them again. “Reflect not on why you lost… But rather… Ponder why your opponent won.” She said somewhat cryptically.

[saskai]

“I am not sure.” Mayon looked at the ceiling. The question he asked, “What are you doing here?” it didn’t occur to Mayon completely that he didn’t have a reason. “I am here because I want to be. I let my body decide where I headed, and it brought me here. I don’t know why. It doesn’t matter anyway.” Mayon looked at the dojo. This building, built out of the hope that we can help those who need it. Are they willing to help, The Watchmen? Can they do it? Mayon wasn’t sure if it was possible to help everyone. But he was ready to try. Not ready to give up yet.

Mayon turned to the door as he heard it open. The figure of a girl could be seen. She drew herself closer, showing more features. Mayon could see the Asian decent in her. That wasn’t what was important. Mayon remembered her from the first Watchmen meeting. She had long black hair. Xian was her name. Mayon was able to remember that. He had a dull look on his face. He was in a trance of thought from before she walked in. Thinking about what brought him here. It didn’t make much sense still. But that wasn’t the point. It didn’t have to make sense. The tournament, The Watchmen losing. It was something that would come together on it’s own. Mayon would help. He would help put this Puzzle together. Finding each piece, making sure it fit. Was it important? Maybe not to everyone, but to him, it was incredibly. Not the fact that it didn’t make sense, but the fact that someone, anyone had to put this puzzle together. Mayon knew it couldn’t be done alone. The watchmen, helping others, they all did there part. Everyday, the puzzle gained a piece. The Watchmen had their purpose and Mayon was part of them, their purpose. But he knew, he had his own purpose. Even through death, he would make sure the puzzle was finished. Someday. Life would never end for him. Death brings on knew life and that life was eternal.

Eternal Damnation. Is there such a thing? Mayon believed so, and with his past, he knew that it was waiting for him. He knew, and he was going forward through a path. The path led to the end of this life and to the beginning of the next. Even through Damnation, Mayon would continue, He would strive to protect and help. But most of all, He would put the puzzle together. There are so many reasons to finish it. Mayon had his reasons, others had theirs. Even the ones with evil coursing through their veins wanted the puzzle finished. They wanted to know, what was ahead. Preparing.

Mayon, Jellar, Xian, Kai, Maverick, and all the other Watchmen had pieces. Without their help, their pieces, the puzzle would never be done. Would we ever understand life? The time was very far off. Many lifetimes. But the fact that it could progress meant everything to Mayon.

Mayons attention shifted from his thought. Xian was talking. Before Mayon had a chance to answer her question, an old woman walked down the staircase. “Teamwork.” This is what the woman believed was best. Mayon could only agree. It is what was needed to help, to live, and to finish this life properly. Mayon didn’t have any opponents in the tournament as he never entered, but the others had to see what had happened. Mayon thought of his past fights. He had won, he had lost. It was all one big blur. There are so many reasons he could of lost. But what was the reason that his opponent won?

[jellar]

'That's strange,' thought Jellar in response to Mayon's words. To let the body decide where someone went was indeed odd in Jellar's perspective. 'I always thought that the mind decided for the body. Maybe it isn't the same for everyone.' Not responding, Jellar's gaze flew to the ceiling, and then to the entrance of the dojo at the sound of someone entering. The person that came in was familiar. She had made quite an entrance at the very first Watchmen meeting. Raphael's petty words of 'Lady Xian' still flew through his mind like it happened yesterday. This woman, obviously Maverik's intimate partner, did not hold very much respect from Jellar, unfortunately. Her actions in the first meeting did not give a very good first impression.

However, she was still Maverik's lover, and Maverik was the head honcho in the Watchmen, so if he showed disrespect to Xian, he would obviously frowned upon by Maverik. All humans are biased, however slightly their bias may be, but they indeed are. The most apparent feature that had Jellar curious was the golden monkey resting on Xian's shoulder. 'Now I don't know much about San Francisco, but I never heard about golden monkeys around...'

The girl approached and asked a question, but the question was answered before Jellar could respond. His attention shooting towards the stairs, Jellar saw the older woman creeping down the stairs. Her name was Rose, and she held a sort of mysterious feeling. He wondered about Maverik's connection to this woman and why this woman would help. There was nothing that Jellar caught onto that revealed any secrets Maverik may have been holding between the so-called 'oracle' and Maverik himself. Such curiosity lead Jellar to think about what resided in the upper level of the dojo as well. There were a great amount of questions resting in Jellar's mind, but they could be saved for later.

Rose went into the teamwork speech that Jellar had already heard from Maverik. The idea fell with distaste to Jellar. He had always survived alone in the slums of Hong Kong. The concept hurt Jellar's pride as a fighter to be forced to rely on a team. Sure, the idea was very logical, but there were many loopholes in it as well. If the team is separated and the individual is weak, what's there to do? Teamwork doesn't help there if you're not with your team. Jellar let out an extended sigh, stretching his right arm outwards as to have something to do with his hands, which then went into his pockets.

Told to reflect on why his opponent won, Jellar found it rather redundant. The answer to both questions was obvious. Jellar lost because he was weak. Kyukaku won because he was strong. Still regretting, Jellar's face cringed and he turned it away, not wanting to show the other three standing in the dojo. He clamped his teeth down, angry at himself. He had came to Varron with confidence in his fighting ability, only to be torn apart by the Varronian wolves. He came to Hircine, following the select few Varronites there, only to be ripped apart again by the Varronian wolves.

Recovering from his thoughts, Jellar's face returned to normal, his teeth no longer clamped shut. Feeling very naive and stubborn, yet open to words of wisdom, Jellar spoke aloud to the copious dojo, his strong voice filling the room with his tense words.

"Why did my opponent win?" Jellar asked, repeating Rose's words, "Because he was stronger than I. It works very logically. Because he is stronger than I, it means that I am weaker than he." Jellar's breathing began to become uneven. Adrenaline began to build, and Jellar's face began to turn a slight tint of red. He was becoming emotionally unstable, still fustrated with himself. "Am I right?!"

It must have been the first time in the past two years that Jellar had been so emotionally unstable. His pride was crushed in the tournament. He knew he was weak. He wanted to become strong. Whether it was because he avoided fights and practice was limited was not an excuse. The strong dominated the weak, and Jellar was part of the weak.

Jellar sighed deeply once again, slightly embarrassed at his emotional outbreak. He had barely met any of the people standing in front of him, yet he was acting like a child. Breathing deeply, Jellar calmed his own rage and the red left his face. His back was still facing the three other people, his muscles now relaxed. He gaze returned to the ceiling, his old self returned. He felt a lot better now that he let out the emotional stress. 'Was that two years of piled stress that came out just then?' Jellar thought, feeling drowned in the light from the ceiling lights. Feeling an impulse to apologize, Jellar turned around, his facial expression showing not as much as a trace that was represented by his words earlier.

"Sorry."

[kruzy]

On his way driving to work, Kruzy pulled up to the stop light which was across from the Dojo. Looking into the window he could barely see... but thier was definitly people inside. The light turned green, and the engine revved up a little as Kruzy pushed the clutch and drove foward, taking the slight turn, parking into an alley way with the back end sticking out. The blow off valve sounding once, and then the loud exhaust going to a sweet low rumble, then shutting off.
Kruzy walked out the car, locking it, and then headed towards the dojo. It was about 20 feet from where he parked. He walked up to the main door and walked in, the little bell ringing.
"It's ok... im a member..." He said holding up his hand, showing the ring on his finger. Although nobody seemed to notice. "Eh..."

"Sooooo...." He started to say then stopped abruptley, noticing the other conversations taking place he didn't want to interupt.
He took a walk around the dojo, just checking things over, various thoughts running through his head. Most of the people probably didn't even remember him, or know who Kruzy even was... especially since he already graduated high school... and barely went out other than work or to see his gf Raven.

Kruzy maintained his little walk around the dojo, just enough to wait for thier conversation to end... or maybe for sombody to spark a conversation with him...

[Tong Xian Tian]

Before any of the guys could answer, they were interupted by the aging woman that seemed to hang around in the dojo and such. Xian didn't know much about her but knew that she was very wise. Even without knowing her much, you could easily tell and so Xian had much respect for her. Though she sometimes wondered how Maverik knew her, though she assumed she was a family member of his.

Xian listened to the woman's every word, nodding as she confessed that she had sent him somewhere. But she understood. The Watchmen was not a friendly outting, it was an important group that had to help people, so of course Maverik would not be always around. There was work to be done.

"Oh it's perfectly fine." Xian bowed politely and stood up straight again. "If I'm not around by the time he returns, just let him know I stopped by."

Xian immediately blushed as the wise woman seemed to immediately know that Xian was carrying Maverik's baby. She was indeed smarter then Xian thought. The Chinese girl was wide eyed for a bit with a confused look on her face as she wondered how she knew. 'How did she....?' she thought.

"How did you....know?" she asked. "I'm not showing much, am I?"

But she was still very confused. How could she tell? Xian was still very small, no? The guys didn't seem to tell so how could she? Xian hoped to find out but who knew if she would discover that mistery someday.

[Maverik]

Rose stood completely neutral as Jellar started to speak, not even flinching as he yelled his ending question before apologizing. “Are you?” She asked with a soft resonance in her voice. “If you honestly believe that such a black and white answer is the correct one, then it surely is…” She paused, gently folding her hands over her lap and frowning slightly. “However… It has been my experience that once you look at things in black and white for long enough, they tend to blur and blend, creating an interesting grey patch that neither starts nor ends in either side… I find that the answers I find within are more helpful than those I see when first I lay eyes on the situation…” She explained with a simple sigh.

Her eyes glided smoothly towards the door, and she noticed the arrival of Kruzy, one of the older Watchmen members. “Ah Kruzy…” She said warmly. “It would appear that there are a number of Watchmen who have found the need to find respite in this place…” She said calmly. “Do make yourself at home as always… We were simply taking a new approach to viewing our losses in fights… Tell me… In your most recent fight… Why do you believe the victor won?” She asked before leaving him to ponder the question as Xian stared agape at her.

She softly asked how she knew, and glanced down as she asked if she was showing. Rose moved over to her, treading softly and barely creating a sound. She gently placed a finger over Xian’s lips and smiled softly. “You’ll give yourself away dear…” She whispered softly, adding her response a moment later. “A mother always knows when her children are hiding such secrets” Her voice was low enough so that only Xian would know, now dropping the hint that she was indeed Maverik’s mother to her, trusting that she wouldn’t tell the rest of the room.

[jellar]

Jellar, now in his calm, returned his gaze to the front and turned around, facing the other three with a straight face. Following his apology, the door opened and Jellar remembered the want-to-be legend Kruzy as he showed his own ring. He continued to walk around, but Jellar paid no heed. Xian seemed unaffected by Jellar's words, which he found interesting. He had thought his emotional outbreak would have gained some stares or anything of the like, but it seemed Xian had not noticed. In any case, it seemed more like she was focused on a problem that only she and Rose knew, which Jellar decided was private to them, and he was not going to get into.

However, Rose's words brought Jellar back to a thought he had when conversing with Maverik. He had thought that 'so many things were all in gray. Life would have been so much easier if everything was black and white.' In any case, Rose's words were completely bewildering Jellar. First the tells Jellar to reminisce and why his opponent, Kyukaku, had won. Now, when Jellar gives his answer, it's almost like Rose was telling him to look more in depth or in the in between.

'Looks like I have no ability to do any more analysis on the inside,' Jellar thought to himself, not being able to see the other reasons for his loss or his opponent's win. Rose was talking in riddles. The entire gray patch speech didn't explain anything at all to Jellar. Interpretation of those words was meaningless, at least to Jellar. Why waste time doing these things when a direct approach was many times more efficient? Was the thought process getting to the answer that important? He pondered these questions with a straight face, not revealing anything about his own mind.

So Jellar attempted to give a go at seeing what this gray area was. All that was to do, was simply to ask, and he did. "What's in that blur of gray that you're talking about?" Jellar questioned Rose, skeptical of her answering directly. It was probable that she would give another 'riddle' in return and have Jellar think about it.

[kruzy]

Kruzy acknowledged Rose's hospitality by nodding his head with a smile on his face. The dojo was rather busy today, what would be a reason so many people were here? that bored?.
Rose talked to Kruzy, then asked him about his most recent fight... how did she even know? But the way things seemed to be working, Kruzy knew rumors would go afloat, and she'd obviously of known.

"I..." then he stopped... he actually had to think about it... his last fight was rather interesting, but to Kruzy it was stupid... but a loss none the less.

Kruzy began to think to himself... at first not willing to face the fact he lost... but then slowly interegating himself into knowing the truth. ~I shouldn't of lost.... it wasn't my fault...I just... wasn't trying hard enough~ then he stopped, thinking again that not trying hard enough was his flaw.... ~no, i did try.... i underestimated my opponent... it's just a bad fight on my behalf~ he then stopped.

Kruzy went about walking in the room, about to answer to Rose, but saw she was busy talking to Xian, so he stopped, he smiled, not knowing if she saw him or not... but it was a smile and the look in his eyes as if he knew exactly what she'd exect him to think.. once again... if she even saw....

So for the meantime, Kruzy walked to an open space in the Dojo... knelt down, then to his butt, and began a simple workout, first starting with sit-ups... and then with time would switch to doing push-ups... as the rest of the gang stood and talked to eachother.

[saskai]

OOC: I forgot about this thread, sorry for being so late on it. And thanks Jellar, for reminding me.

Mayon was drifting in and out now. The deep thought that he was in kept him dull and quiet, as if not in that room at all. Mayon was reliving past thoughts in his mind, over and over. He thought back to his fight against Kai. Mayon won that fight, but barley, and that was what made the fight memorable. You shouldn’t remember the fights in which you one easily or lost foolishly. You are supposed to remember the ones that were so close, you will always remember, because that is what you work on. That is how you train yourself to get better. Mayon knew that Rose’s words were touching him deeply. His thought was swayed by what she had said.

Mayon was surprised at the sudden yelling coming from Jellar. His eyes widened for a brief moment but dulled as he turned his body to face Jellar’s. Mayon listened to what Rose said next, the black and white side of things merging together to make gray. What did that mean? Jellar had stated that his opponent was stronger than he. Mayon had felt that way many times. A loss usually brought this feeling on, but it wasn’t to be kept in the mind long because that is what could hurt your emotions. Mayon believed that it was proper to think deeper into the process as Rose wanted Jellar to. It wasn’t about just being stronger. It was about wanting what you seek. An opponent didn’t need to be weaker than you physically to win. It all came down to a good mixture between the mind and body. The determination to win was what Mayon believed was most important. If you had that and you had the power to use it, you could win any battle. Mayon stared at Jellar with a look of thought. It wasn’t a look of surprise or shock, but one of understanding.

Mayon turned to Rose as Jellar directed his question to her. He asked about the gray middle of Jellar’s thoughts. Rose had just finished whispering to Xian about, what were obviously, private matters. Mayon didn’t care to intrude. Mayon changed his gaze to “Kruzy” as he heard his name was. He raised an eyebrow, as not only did he not answer Rose’s question, but he decided to walk off to do his own training session. Mayon didn’t care for someone to do something like that but understood as he saw Kruzy was deep in thought. Mayon knew that he wouldn’t enter the complication with Xian and Rose, knowing it wasn’t his business, but of course there was the curiosity. He couldn’t help but wonder. He quickly brushed the thought away and continued to think. Mayon began to speak.

“I believe that the reason one loses in a clean competition is not because of their opponent but because of themselves. With what Rose said about thinking about why ones opponent won, I would have to say that it relies in their determination. It is all in the mind, body, and soul. Rose, I believe that in order to win, you need all three working in harmony. I believe that if you can succeed with that, you can become the fighter you want to be. Please correct me if anything I said is wrong. I have realized why I came here today. It was to learn. And with you here, maybe you can tell me if I was right or wrong.