There he was,
A misfit,
A weirdo,
A loner...
He was left bewildered by the rapid way things were changing.
He was shoved amongst people who didn't know him, their culture starkly different.
He didn't speak their language.
He didn't enjoy their company.
He certainly didn't look like them, his dark skin and curly hair sticking out like a sore thumb.
Then he saw her.
She was like them, yet so different.
His only friend, the only one who cared.
Their friendship attracted the bullies towards them.
Insults, pranks and beatings soon followed.
One day, as he lay dazed on the ground, blows raining down on him, he heard a deep voice, asking them to retreat.
They say, when the pupil is ready, the master will appear.
He was hardly ready, that too for a competition that was beyond him.
Kung fu was beyond him.
He grew, he trained, he got better. The master and the pupil both went through a journey of self discovery.
In the end, it was not just the competition, he won over his opponents too.
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