Montrael Middle School, early on a Sunday morning.
The stage for the competition had been set. It was in the gymnasium. The ring was surrounded by bleachers, enough seats for several hundred people.
Cars rolled to the parking lot. Participating students eagerly stepped out of the car with their parents and headed to the gymnasium.
In that moment, an ordinary-looking gray car rolled through the school gate. The driver parked the car next to two wealthy-looking cars.
"We have arrived."
Ricks asked, looking at the backseat of his car, and saw his son, Jock, sitting in the backseat with his backpack on his lap.
"Y-Yeah…"
Jock replied nervously.
"…"
Ricks stayed silent, looked at his wife, and saw her worryingly looking at their son. It was obvious to them that he never had a desire to learn martial arts.
Neither of them, honestly. They weren't a martial arts family.
However, lately, they had seen their son, Jock, doing push-ups and sit-ups in the safety of his own room.
