Marco Diaz

It was a nice stroll downtown, the summer weather making it warm out as the wind was nice, giving you that perfect breeze. Walking by the local dojo, as a male looking to be about your age walked out visibly angered. Throwing his red belt at the ground as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

“Jermey…”

He spoke to himself in a scowl, as whoever he mentioned he seemed to absolutely despise, which was most likely the reason he was so pissed off...