mr. miyagi looked up to the sun. it was pale and evened out, probably because of the orange sky that looked like it was about to set.

"i have seen so many sunsets in my years," he said, turning to daniel. "when i used to live in okinawa, that was where miyagi do originated, usually to trees behind sunsets."

"the cheshire cat told me that when me and scott met it," said daniel. "it also told that the other direction was where johnny's team originated."

the hare got out a bucket of crayons from under where scott was sitting, for once he had his head down in position but his eyes were fixed on the cups.

"what are you doing with those crayons?" he asked, his heading looking up.

"it's for when we use it to draw," the hare said, letting the crayons spread all out on the table.

scott wasn't used to drawing that much. when he was once babysitting the fusoma family's 3 toddlers and 2 babies, they received an paint set that is made for littlest kids he knew. when they used them, they always got messy, and scott was used to coloring more.

meanwhile daniel was welcomed inside mr. miyagi's pot house, where every shelf was filled with trees and paintings on the walls.

"this tree is a hand," mr. miyagi said holding down a tree onto the table. "cos' all the people in okinawa had these a long time ago."

"i never noticed anything," the karate kid said. "not even when you and i traveled there."

"when you met kuchiko," said mr. miyagi. "she told you many things about okinawa trees, and she told me that karate was here or was never here."

"huh?" daniel asked, putting a hand on the bottom of his head. the founder of miyagi do then clapped his hands as loud as scott could hear, and his head looked down and his mouth started moving.

'karate here. karate was here.

karate here, karate never here.

fish and karate, fish and karate.

karate here, karate never here.'

"where did you find that?" daniel asked.

"in a journal my deceased mother gave me."

the table was getting filled with drawings on each side, and scott never touched any of the table for once. the dormouse was getting sleepy already and the hare was relaxing by then.

"you ain't drawing," it said in a little sad but frustrating tone. "but why didn't didn't touch any of them?"

"i ain't used to drawing," the teenage boy said, sitting up for his own self. "when i used to babysit them babies they get messy each time!"

the dormouse heard what the troubled son had said. "what you mean messy?" it asked.

"not because of babies," scott said with a eyebrow narrowing under his eyes. "because of toddlers. they are mostly messy as i had seen. i'm a teen, by the way. 16 years on chicago and iowa."

"yeah, but some kid has messed up something," said the hare.

daniel walked out of the pot house after a talk with his friend. he had a little bit of sweating streaming down his forehead, and he wiped some off. "if we get to that hole that looks like a garden," he thought. "i oughta seen terry silver do a lot of things in karate here. i don't feel like it anyway." he looked down to his new white shirt with orange sleeves that dallas gave to him.

"how was the talk?" scott asked. "it was fine," daniel said, sitting down. "mr. miyagi told me more about okinawa and miyagi do, i pretty much am getting used to it."

"what is all this mess on the table?" mr. miyagi said, walking to the table that was filled with drawings.

"we were coloring," said the hare. "would you mind putting this mouse in the pot, man?"

"i ain't doing that," mr. miyagi grunted.

the dormouse's head was stuck inside the pot by now, and daniel's friend wasn't in the mood for it.

"daniel-san," he said, turning to his good karate kid. "you seen sunsets like you told me before, have you?"

"yes i did," daniel said, smiling. "my family had seen many sunsets, man."

"come on, miyagi," shouted the hare angrily. "HURRY UP SO WE CAN PUT THE MOUSE IN THE POT!"

daniel took a step back beside scott and his pupils shrunk. they could feel themselves rolling down a large hill, a hill with big, long grasses, and a forest was down below. the two then hitted beside a tree, and one of scott's eyes widened up.

the troubled son had a little bit of dirt on his jeans and his head had a scar on one of the eyebrows. the karate kid, however, had 2 scars on his forehead, and his jacket had dirt on it, his shoe laces were untied if scott could tell.

the two boys stood up and wiped off dirt that had came onto their clothes. they were ok, except that they had scars on their heads. "i believe these trees have a door," said scott, walking to the forest.

they had walked for a while, and one of the trees had a door on them. the two boys walked inside and realized that they were in the same room they started off in.

the doorknob woke up and saw the two boys, walking up to it. "happy that i'm good to see you two again," it said.

"yeah," scott said. "it's been a while."

daniel had to tie his shoe laces again when he said that. "we were looking for that hole that looked like a garden," he said standing up. "but that rabbit must've hopped into it again. you oughta told us that again."

the doorknob opened its mouth for a 2nd time, and the hole with all black and white appeared again. daniel had time to look at it in awe and smiled. "i need to see that rabbit! i need to see him!"

the doorknob laughed when the karate kid said that. "just like i told," it said.

"you have that key still there, don't ya?" scott asked, standing up and looking at the table. the doorknob twisted once more.

"yeah," it spoke. daniel took the other piece of the mushroom out of one of his pockets and handed over a slice to the teenage boy.

"man, i was dreaming of seeing it again for a while, but we're gonna get that stupid rabbit," he said as a piece came into his mouth. scott did the same thing too, and the boys had started rumbling all at once at the same time.

one of them holded the key into his hand, and they were about 9 inches high again when they stopped rumbling. the doorknob laughed in happiness.

"now you can pass after so long," it said. "try to see it for me, ok?" its face faded away.

the two boys ran to the door and putted the key into the keyhole. the door went them into a flash of white and black.

there was grass, and there was long, looking bushes that looked like a maze. daniel looked up in awe to see large bushes he never saw before.

the steps were hard to follow, and the two boys didn't find their way until they saw on the other side that there was around 7 or 4 people painting a tree.

"how we gonna pass through there?" scott asked, who had never seen bushes this tall before.

daniel holded onto scott's hand and climbed up the grass, and he felt his foot fall onto the grass. the painters heard a rustle noise and looked at a bush that had the two boys' feet in it.

"hey dre," said a painter named cheng. "stop painting on me!"

"very sorry for that, cheng," said a painter named dre.

scott walked to the two young boys. "pardon me," he said. "but why are you painting those?"

the other painter looked at the roses. "these are roses," it said. "we are painting them because the king doesn't like them."

the karate kid ran up to where the teenage boy and painters are. "who's the king?" he asked, scratching his head.

"i'll explain," said cheng. "the king is part of the cobra kai school, and you oughta thought you seen him in all your karate tournaments. he is very rough, too."

"yeah, he's tough," said the other painter. "he ain't tuff, he's rude." said dre, also nodding his head.

"well it's been nice talking to you," said scott, sitting down. "the name's scott."

"now who are you besides them two?" asked daniel, sitting down beside scott.

"tommy," the painter said.

"you're also part of cobra kai?" daniel asked. "of course we are," tommy said, standing up.

but before he could finish his sentence, a symphony of a trumpet was heard. the painters' eyes widened, as if they realized that the king was coming.

"IT'S THE KING!" dre shouted. "HE'S HERE! HE'S COMING TOWARDS US NOW!" cheng yelled, running to a bush where the two boys fell in. "COME OVER HERE SO HE COULDN'T CATCH US, GUYS!" tommy shouted as the other painters hid.

the two boys had stood for a while and noticed that the maze was growing down. a soldier of the cobra kai students came in an single, filed line. each hand had a arrow in the thumb, and one of daniel's enemies was leading them.

"i feel like something bad's gonna happen to them," daniel whispered to his breath, apprehensive about what was going on. "if they haven't painted them, they will be tooken off, man, i don't want that to happen."

the two then turned around to see that his enemy was standing beside him.

"daniel," said johnny lawrence, his blonde hair covering his headband. "you know them three?"

"i don't know these people," daniel said, walking up closer to his enemy. "and if you dare to take their heads off, you will never know that they painted your roses!"

johnny's expression was something that the karate kid had never saw before. "what did you do to all my roses?" he asked, walking up to the bush where the painters where.

"we wanted to paint them red," said dre, sweat coming down. "so that you don't see how they feel."

"take them off," johnny said to a student. some of the students holded onto the painters' hands and they walked off.

"how do they know how to do that?" daniel asked, but johnny interrupted him by dragging him onto the floor.

"they know how to do that for a reason," he said as his pointer finger went up to the bottom of daniel's head, and he could feel his eyes water a little.

"don't talk about that anymore, ok?" he said, wiping his eyes.

so many things had happened, and before he met him again, johnny once had this conversation at his 1st karate tournament.

'not anything doesn't get it to winning.'

'yeah, but for some idiots, they win for dumb reasons, daniel. i could've gone more than 2 pounds of just taking the heads off them.'

and that was what johnny knew.

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