Journal entry N°26- Leo's journal:
Clash of the Masterminds.
In my opinion self praising only clouds the mind, it keeps you from improving yourself and bounds you to depend on useless, vague compliments.
Never been fond of self praising to be honest, however it's impossible to deny that my reflexes on the battlefield are superb, my plans of action have been successful in most of our missions and I've studied enough strategy books to consider myself a great strategist, even better than my purple-clad brother.
Don't get me wrong, I deeply admire Donatello's intellect!
He's the reason our family enjoys such luxuries as having electricity, clean water, vehicles, monthly health checks, he provides us with high tech gadgets for our missions and his quick thinking has saved our shells uncountable times. Not to mention he's a great doctor and he's always there to lend a friendly ear and giveaway good advice every now and then.
We all knew Don was a gifted kid and I was a born leader from a very tender age. He would provide the technical knowledge while I'd take care of the strategies -that's how it was supposed to be!
So, what I don't understand is how I ended up finding myself between a rock and a hard place right now and enduring Donatello's smug smirk!
Even with all my knowledge, I didn't see that one coming. I was about to be defeated and there was nothing I could do about it.
My hands were sweaty and twitched nervously on my lap, my breathing quickened its pace and thin layer of cold sweat coated my whole body. Hesitantly, I looked at my brother; he wasn't in deep concentration like I was, he was smiling, he was… he was already celebrating his victory. How could I let this happen? How could I've been so careless? Me, the master of strategies!
"Your move, Leo" He said with a touch of humor in his voice.
God, how I hated that smirk right now!I began to rethink my strategy even though I knew it was too late for that.
Then I realized, he knew. He knew he was going to win all this time; he was just… toying with me! Like a cat playing with his prey before delivering the killing blow. He had defeated me in my own game but, to be honest, I wasn't even a player.
Finally accepting my fate, I made my last move and waited. I heard him chuckle and hum a happy tune as he breached my now nonexistent line of defense.
"Looks like it's another checkmate, the fifth in a row tonight"
"Hmmph… congrats, Don. Again"
"Aw don't feel bad, Leo. You almost got me this time!"
"Yeah, right"
"So, best ten out of twenty?"
"… You're on!"
End of Journal entry N°26
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Leo's a stubborn son of a shell, I'll give him that.
Yes, I'm alive. Be afraid.