Cobra Kai: New life

POV: Alfred Pennyworth

Today was a day like any other in my duties as a butler. I spent my time organizing papers for my master to review, as well as planning his meals and meetings. Recently, my master has rekindled his passion for an old hobby from his youth: karate. He is determined to expand his dojo, making it larger, more renowned, and eventually spreading it to every corner of the globe.

I glanced at my pocket watch; there were only a few minutes left before my master's return, and as the professional I am, everything would be ready for his arrival.

Thirty minutes later, he arrived. His white hair was tied back in a ponytail, and his face wore that familiar, frivolous smile. I approached him silently, walking three steps behind as was customary.

"You know, Alfred, I need you to investigate something—or rather, someone. Use as much money as you need. I want to know everything about this person," my master said.

"Understood, sir. I shall have all the information ready. However, you have yet to provide me with a name," I replied.

"Haha, my apologies, Alfred. I got lost in the thrill of intrigue and the intricate paths of the future. The name is David Santos," he said, pausing at the door to his study. "Oh, and fetch me a glass of wine. We are getting closer to the fulfillment of my plan."

Silently, I excused myself and returned moments later with a glass of Cheval Blanc Imperial 1947 resting on a silver tray. With a slight nod, my master took the glass and sat down, crossing his legs as he began to laugh. Truthfully, I found it somewhat embarrassing, but I had long since learned to keep my thoughts to myself unless absolutely necessary.

"Haha, hahaha, hahahahaha!" my master laughed uncontrollably, accidentally knocking over the glass of wine onto a stack of documents. "Damn it! Alfred, clean this up immediately!"

POV END

Miyagi-Do Karate | POV: Third Person

Sensei LaRusso was teaching weapons today, focusing specifically on the staff and the sais. Standing in front of him with the sais in hand was Dimitri.

"Sensei, I don't think giving me something sharp and pointy is a good idea," Dimitri said nervously.

"Don't worry, just relax a little," LaRusso replied calmly.

He then walked past David, who was practicing with a staff, twirling it in his hands like something out of a Chinese martial arts film or anime, making exaggerated sounds like "HYAAAAH" and "SHAAAAAA!" The other students laughed at his antics.

A few hours later, after training had ended, the students gathered in a circle around Sensei LaRusso.

"All right, everyone," LaRusso began, "the tournament is just a few days away. And if we can beat Cobra Kai… No, when we beat Cobra Kai, it will be because of all the hard work you've put in. This might feel rushed, but I know you've all been giving it your all. In the tournament, you're going to succeed. We may not be the toughest or the most skilled, but we've got heart—and friends to lean on. That's what will win this tournament. So, take it easy and don't overtrain. I want you all in peak condition."

The students responded with a loud, unified "OSU!"—a term that was essentially their way of saying "Yes, Sensei." Afterward, they all dispersed.

David got into his car, followed by Eli and Dimitri. He was giving them a ride home before heading to work. Suddenly, David's phone rang. It was a call.

"Yeah, hello?" David answered.

"Hi, Dada, sweetheart! How have you been? You know, ever since I picked you up from juvie, you haven't called me once," said his mother's voice on the other end.

"Yeah, sorry about that, Ma," David replied.

"No worries, but when are you coming back to New York? The boys in the neighborhood miss you. And that girl Letty keeps asking about you. Her belly's starting to show—hope it's not yours," his mother said.

"Hey, hey, hey! Calm down! As far as I know, it's not mine. Besides, I'm not coming back. I'm staying here," David whispered into the phone.

"Well, sweetheart, you know what they say: get a girl pregnant and then run away! Hahahaha!" His mother burst into laughter before abruptly hanging up.

David sighed and tossed his phone onto the floor. Dimitri and Eli looked at him, surprised. David quickly reassured them that it was nothing—just a mistake on his part.

A Note from the Author

Hey, guys, it's the author here. I know some of you might think, "These chapters are just filler! We want action and romance!" To which I say: I also want action and romance in my life.

But that's not what I'm here to talk about. As I've mentioned before, David is an unreliable narrator, and soon, you'll find out why.

Oh, and by the way, the butler is my original character, and the master is none other than Terry Silver.