𝟎𝟒 | Jose Mendoza

"For I am the King of Kings." Said by Mexican Jose Mendoza, in front of the cameras and the crowds of paparazzi. The lights of the cameras capturing the moment where he challenged the youngest fighter. The title of national champion, however despite all this, the man only kept his gaze on a journalist who took notes in a small notebook, almost invisible to anyone in that place. But not for him, his convincing face, confident with an air of pride, the rooster of Mexico.

After that night, he couldn't help but think of you for the rest of the time that the Moon contemplated the city of Japan. And he knew that he would see you again sooner or later and when that opportunity shone he would move things forward for a meeting where his interests were put on the table. However, the night passed, until days later, the fight had ended with a defeat to the young Japanese man of great guts. That was when he saw you, again his approach was prolonged, despite all the turmoil.

"The same as always. Talking about things that might keep you interested.