"Your final lesson is to beat me! Ahahaha!" my dad said.
"WHAT! That's impossible you won the tournament three times already," I said in a weird voice.
"I would never put you through all that training if you couldn't win," my dad said.
"But I lost against you all the time. Why would you think I could beat you now?!" I said in a selfish voice.
"SHUT UP!" My dad said in an angry voice.
"Whoa, calm down dad!" I said in a frighten voice.
"Okay, I'm sorry for yelling…" He said in a calmer voice. "I'm just saying that I know you're ready."
"And what if I'm not?" I said.
"Well, now we have to see, right?" My dad asked.
"I'm up for it!" I said in a psyched voice.
"Okay let's start…begin!" my dad shouted.
I swung at him first, but he sidestepped out of the way. Then he attacked fiercely. I jumped his swing then I whacked him in the back (with the hilt of my sword).
He fell to the ground and said with a voice traced with pain, "I give up…my back hurts too much. You win."
"I won? I won…" I said in a cheerful voice. "YEAH! I won!"
"Wow, my back hurts please help." My dad said in a moaning voice.
"Oh yeah, sorry I'm just happy!" I said with pride.
"I'm grateful for you, so please get Steven to help you bring me to my bed." My dad commanded.
"Okay." I said with a smile.
My dad laid in his bed, while drinking tea in a polite manner. I was just sitting in chair, also drinking tea.
"Tomorrow is the tournament so you better get ready," Dad said after taking a sip.
"I'm so ready." I said with determination.
The next day, Steven, my dad, and I had stepped into the arena, when the seats on the outer circle were still empty. With my sword on my side, I felt pretty excited.
"Here we are boys; we are finally at the tournament." My dad said cheerfully.
"So why do I need to be here?" Steven said in a bored tone.
"Because you need to support your brother!" My dad said.
"Yea bro," I said with fake sadness.
"Fine," My brother said.
"Hey!" Someone said in a distance.
I turned to see it was Claire.
"Oh, hi Claire," I said.
"Hi Shawn, before you go in I want to say good luck in the match, I will be cheering for you." She said with an excited expression.
"Let's go!" We all shouted in and happily, except Steven.
I walked into the waiting room, it was grey and the benches were made out of concrete, I saw a lot of fierce opponents, but there was a weak-looking one. I really wished I'd have him as my first opponent.
I walked in the arena. I looked at the match board it seemed like I was going against a guy named Hamon. I looked around to find my opponent, and I opened my mouth wide when I found him he was like a giant! I can't believe I was going against this guy. He had an ugly face, and he was at least 10 feet tall with a really long and thick sword (how can he carry that thing?!). So I went up to him to talk a bit, but then I smelled his stench…which was nasty!
Then he said, "Are you my opponent?"
I said, "Yes,"
Then he laughed at my face and soon after, I nearly passed out by his breath. It was so bad…like a swamp and a landfill mashed together.
Later, I regained balance.
Then I said in his face, "I will win"
"Good luck with that." He said with a snicker.
I heard the bell ring twice. "The match was about to begin," The ref said.
Then I said, following with an evil laugh, "See you at the battle field…"
"I'm going to kill you, midget." Hamon said to me, fiercely.