A punch.
A movement designed to force mistakes.
But David didn't react emotionally.
He moved like someone who had seen it before.
Every movement was controlled.
Every step was calculated.
The crowd slowly realized something.
David wasn't lucky.
He was experienced.
Thirty seconds passed.
Ethan was breathing harder.
David looked exactly the same.
A few neighbors exchanged confused looks.
The man they thought was just a quiet father…
Was moving like a professional.
“What are you doing?”
Ethan asked.
David answered calmly:
“Learning.”
“Learning what?”
“How you fight.”
The crowd became completely silent.
Because nobody expected that answer.
Ethan stepped back.
For the first time, he wasn't confident.
He was curious.
“Who are you?”
David didn't answer.
Not yet.
After the timer ended, Ethan walked away.
Not because he lost.
Because he needed answers.