"So where are you taking me, Papa?" Clara asks as she and her father walk along the streets of Chicago.

"I'm taking you to one of the best martial arts schools here in Chicago. From there, you will learn how to fight and take down anyone who stands in your way."

Clara wasn't sure what to expect, but she wanted to make her father happy. Her father has given her a lot. Now, it was time for her to do the same. Minutes pass with neither of them saying another word until they reached their destination.

It was what Alex said it would be; a martial arts school. They walk inside and it looked quite large from Clara's perspective. The school had red and black foam floors surrounded by several students doing exercises. Clara spots a man among them, but he was not doing what the others were. She assumed that he was the trainer.

The man suddenly spots Clara and Alex. He walks confidently towards them.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"Yes," Alex starts, "My name is Alexandre, you can call me Alex, and this is my daughter, Clara. We were wondering if she could take classes here. I heard that your school is one of the best ones."

The trainer nods with Alex's words.

"Yes, I make sure my students are provided the most balanced training."

"Good, so can she take classes here? We'll pay you of course."

He paused for a moment before replying, "Sure."

He turns to Clara.

"Are you up for this?"

She looks up at him and nods.

"Yes, I am," she says sincerely.

"Ok. My name is Kenshin by the way," he says while extending his hand out to Alex.

He shakes hands with Alex and Clara.

"Alright then, follow me," Kenshin says to Clara as he turns the opposite direction.

Clara was quick to follow and waves to her father before he left.

"So, where are you originally from, Clara?" He asked, "France?"

"I am from Quebec. I moved here when I was nine."

"I see, and why do you wish to take my class?"

Clara thought for a moment before saying, "For self defense. A few months ago, I got shot by thugs in the city and nearly died."

Kensin frowns.

"That's why I want to learn how to defend myself, so I can get a gun out of someone's hand."

"In this school, you can learn to take up to four people. This may help, but how did you manage to get shot by thugs? I thought the Vigilante wiped them all out."

Clara's jaw clenched at the thought of him.

"It turns out he didn't get all of them."

Kenshin stops, causing Clara to stop as well.

"Very well, you can take my classes, but you will need more suitable clothes than what you are wearing right now."

Clara was wearing blue jeans with a leather jacket hovering over her white strapless shirt. Kenshin tells her to stay put and walks into another room. Seconds later, he comes back with a black T-shirt and sweat pants.

"You may change into these," he points to another door. "The changing room is right over there."

Clara only nods and takes the clothes from him. She walks over to the changing room and shuts the door behind her. She sighs before changing into the T-shirt Kenshin gave her.

Could she do this? Clara didn't want to disappoint her father after everything he has done for her. She couldn't quit now, she just got here. She slides on the sweat pants and takes a deep breath before exiting the changing room. Kenshin was with another student until he notices Clara leaving the changing room.

He walks up to her and says, "Alright, let's begin."

Journal #3

Journal three already? Time seems to be going faster than expected. My father has recently put me into a martial arts school that teaches Kung Fu. I've met my trainer, Kenshin. His name sounds funny, but I'm guessing it's because he is japanese.

Everyone seems nice there and they even offer to help if I have trouble doing a certain move because of my gunshot wounds. My wounds do hurt at times, but there is one person who is a bit odd out of the others. I don't know who he is, but he acts as if he is a know-it-all. Sometimes he will come in and challenge anyone to a fight. I'm surprised he hasn't been kicked out yet.

All of this is just one month of being in the school and I have also been taking acrobatics to achieve balance and flexibility. On with other things, my worry for Aiden may be relieved. I watched the news today titled, "Where is the Fox?" They were talking about little to no sightings of the Vigilante. Some believe he has gone into hiding and I don't blame him for that. However, I'm tired of people bringing him up. As soon as you turn on the news, there he is. The public is still praising him regardless of all the people he killed and it irritates me sometimes.

Kenshin brought him up while I was coming up with a little lie to tell him why I was going to take his class. I couldn't help but get a bit frustrated. Now he's creeping back into my mind again. I'm going to get him off my mind by going back to the martial arts school to begin my next session. I want to train well and hard. I want to make my father proud