LAST EDITED ON Dec-19-16 AT 06:27 PM (EST)
All right, all right, you win. I'll do it.
(Not the most imaginative title, I admit.)
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Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam.
When I got home from Mexico City, I found a letter waiting for me from an old friend in Hong Kong, summoning me there to compete in the upcoming Kumite fight tournament. This is not something I would normally do, since this tournament is a) illegal even by the, er, liberal standards of Hong Kong; b) run by Japan's most vicious criminal syndicate, with which I have had past dealings that their leadership found... unsatisfactory; and c) off-limits to World Circuit fighters, which means just showing up for it will jeopardize my World Warrior standing. Besides, I've got a student now, and the Kumite is no place for a kid, even one like Sakura.
But, a promise is a promise, so I'm going to have to do it.
It's a treacherous shindig, the Kumite—much rougher than a World Circuit event, and with far higher stakes. If I'm going to compete, I should spend the three months I have to prepare for it in serious training, and staying far out of the way of anything resembling trouble. I should definitely not go wandering off on any long-drawn-out road trips with uncertain prospects in far-flung, difficult places I know almost nothing about.
So naturally I'm in Nunavut.