“Ladies and gentlemen! We direct your attention to the center ring -- Our first match is about to begin!” announced Hiro.

“This ought to be an exciting first match Hiro,” continued Dai. “We have Adon from Thailand, a person with immense power in his attacks. He’ll be facing off the young Sean Dominguez from Brazil, who has uncanny athletic ability and speed.”

“I can’t wait!!! Who do you think is going to win?” Hiro started jumping up and down.

“Sit down, Hiro,” Dai complained. She shook her head in disbelief. “Why do I put up with this?” she thought. “It will be a close match. Let’s head to center stage to get this match underway.”

Down on the ground, Sean and Adon stood in the middle of the arena, looking at each other. Sean looks at Adon, rather questioningly.

"What, you wanna say something about the hair, right?"

Sean just shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, if you do, I wouldn’t talk.” Sean had a puzzled look on his face, but then thought about his hair that did a fade into his curly hair, resembling dread locks. "Well, I always pictured you as being . . . well, louder. So far, you've been pretty reserved and restrained. Not at all like I pictured."

"Well, I heard rumors that you’re cocky and a jerk, but then again, they’re just rumors. Whatever the case, let's just get this over with." With that, Sean struck a fighting pose. His arms tensed, ready to unleash at the first sign.

"Folks, get your seatbelts ready. Sean’s preparing himself for Adon’s first bone-crunching attack! He’s primed and pumped for battle!” announced Hiro.
Adon held his hand up in protest.

"What now?" Sean asked, as he watched Adon look around at all the screaming spectators.

"I don't like it here. It’s too loud. Besides, those two announcers are already starting to grind my nerves. We haven't even began the fight yet." Sean looked up and then back at Adon, nodding in agreement.

"Wanna get out of here?" Sean asked.

"How?"

"Follow me," Sean said, heading for a large, futuristic-looking disc of some sort. Adon was hesitant for a second, but then followed him.

“What the heck is he doing?” he thought. As Sean came closer to the gate, blue energy began to emanate brightly. Adon stopped and watched as Sean stepped on top of the disc. It flashed for a brief moment and then dimmed down to it's previous state. Sean was gone. Adon shrugged his shoulders and stepped in after him. “Here goes nothing.”

"They’re using the portals! This is great! This is history in the making folks! Where will they land? Nobody knows!” exclaimed Hiro.

“Relax Hiro, our cameras will track them down, and as a matter of fact, we’re getting a reception right now. Let’s take a look at the big screen.”

Sean stepped off the strange looking disc. He walked out to a rocky clearing, surrounded with shrubbery and tall grasses. Over his shoulder, he glanced at a large waterfall, cascading in the distance. A nice, cool breeze blew by as the leaves rustled in the wind. He didn't know how he ended up here, but he definitely enjoyed the view. Nature . . . in all it's splendor. He breathed in the sweet air.

"Beautiful. I wonder . . . where am I?" he said to himself.

He began looking around for Adon, but to no avail. He hoped he hadn't exited the warp disc somewhere else. It'd be a shame to get lost here, not knowing where you are. After all, they still had every intention to fight. Sean stuck to the edge of the river, wading his bare foot in the water from time to time, enjoying the cool sensation. He splashed some on his face, running it through his hair. Letting out a deep sigh, he again stared at the waterfall.

"Now this is some vizinhança (neighborhood).”

“Quite the garden spot, isn't it?" came a voice from behind.

Sean spun around to see Adon standing there, wearing a stern expression on his face. He appeared more focused than before, Sean thought. The time had finally come. Sean could sense it would happen anytime now. He assumed a fighting stance, knowing full well what was about to happen.

"Kiiiii-YAAAAAAAAAH!" Adon yelled as he lunged forward with a knee. Sean easily swatted it down with a forearm, but was too busy blocking Adon's follow up elbow strike to take advantage of it. Wanting to put a little more distance between them, Sean grabbed Adon by the arm, hurdling him into the tall grass. Adon rolled out of it as best he could, shaking the cobwebs out. He adjusted just in time to see an airborne Sean come crashing down on him with a fist.

"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF!"

Sean’s fist made a clean connection with Adon’s chest. The attack knocked the wind out of him. Sean took the advantage by unleashing a right cross to the body. Adon was knocked to the side. He got up, clutching his stomach.

"Ngggh. Good shot. Didn't see it coming."

Sean wasn't listening; he was advancing. Trying to press his advantage again, Sean tried executing a standing side kick. Adon was quick to see it coming and stopped it with a mid level kick of his own, using his kick to block Sean's incoming attack.

Sean shifted his weight slightly, then tried another standing side kick aimed at Adon’s head. He knew it was risky, since he wasn’t very flexible. Adon once again countered with a kick of his own, blocking the attack once again. Sean tried to fool him by quickly performing a spinning back kick, ending with the same results as Adon again blocked with a kick of his own. Adon then flipped backwards, distancing himself from Sean intentionally this time.

Adon landed a few feet away from Sean. He brought out his hand and performed a gesture, motioning for Sean to bring it on. Sean thumbed his nose, cracked a grin and obliged.

"Hah, hah . . . kyaaaa-HAH!"

Sean unleashed a lightning fast combo of quick punches and kicks. Adon had some difficulty blocking all of them. Somehow, luck was on Adon's side, as he managed to keep up with Sean's maddening pace of attack.

“Wow, the kid’s pretty fast, but not fast enough.” One of Sean’s attacks left his body wide open. Seizing this advantage Adon caught him with a swiping elbow. Sean stopped dead in his tracks, not only was the blow powerful, but he couldn’t believe he was able to find an opening so quickly.
Adon grabbed Sean’s shoulders and fired repeated knee lifts into his stomach. Sean tried best he could to block them, but the impact was too intense. Muay-Thai was known for it’s powerful attacks, even if you were to deflect them.

Sean felt his knees buckle beneath his weight; he was finding it difficult to breathe. Adon's power was amazing! He jumped forward with his last knee, knocking Sean on his back. Sean clutched his stomach. He was pain, but he quickly rolled over to avoid Adon hitting him with a dropped knee. Adon’s knee missed, hitting a small rock. It exploded and crumbled to dust.

Sean got up, but he didn't manage to avoid Adon's foot sweep. The move took him down. This time, his head grazed another rock, creating an small, open wound on his forehead. The cut began to seep blood. Sean stood up, only to see Adon running toward him, readying for an attack. With his quick reflexes, Sean caught the incoming Adon with a bridging suplex. Adon clutched his lower back in pain as Sean sprang up and away.

"Ow . . ." Sean muttered as he checked the wound above his forehead. He pulled back his fingers, seeing bloody fingertips on it’s return. It wasn’t nearly as bad as the beating his stomach took as he still clutched it.

"Blood for blood . . ." Adon exclaimed, showing him some blood from his back. He had been scratched up pretty badly from hitting those rocks. “It’s all part of the game kid.” Adon quickly leapt in the air with a flying kick. Sean hopped back, dodging the kick by inches. Sean’s right foot landed on something cold. The cold feeling crept up his entire body. He looked down to see that he had smashed the transportation disc that got them here in the first place.

“Oh no. Don't tell me we’re stuck in here.” Sean thought. Sean stumbled back. He received a taste of Adon’s Jaguar kick. Adon then lifted of the ground, performing a Rising Jaguar. Sean tried to lift his arms, but he couldn’t.

“What’s going on?” Sean thought. He only saw Adon unleash his kick, but to his surprise, he was locked -- in mid-air! It was as if time stood still.

“What the heck?” the both yelled out. All of a sudden, the area they were fighting in began to dissipate, fading in and out like a TV station with bad reception.

"What the?!!? What have you done?!?!" he shrieked as he watched the world around him warp.

"I guess this is what happens when you break the teleportation devices," yelled Sean.

“You what? Oh crap . . . well, it's Stargate time,” Adon yelled.

The outdoor scene soon turned into an indoor one. Both fell down into a deserted, Japanese dojo. They looked around the sparring room. It had several large posts around the edge, supporting the building up. Wooden sliding doors sporting the off-white onion paper motif decorated parts of the vicinity. They happen to be standing on a cream-colored, sparing mat.

“This looks like the sparring chamber from the Matrix!” they both exclaimed.

“Oh . . . cool movie . . .” replied Adon.

“Yeah, especially when the guy flew in the air like this.” Sean leapt forward with a flying kick. The battle had continued on.

Adon ducked out of the way, as Sean landed behind him. Sean let out a nipping, ankle kick, which temporarily broke through Adon’s defenses. That’s all Sean needed. He quickly dashed forward, tackling Adon to the ground. Adon fell back. The wound from the rocks created even more pain. Sean flipped on top of Adon’s stomach and got him with an axe-handle swing. Sean leapt back, but Adon got up just as quickly.

Adon got in a strange stance. All of a sudden, his feet were illuminating with a bright light. Sean looked in amazement. How was he doing that?

“JAGUAR REVOLVER!!!”

Adon dashed forward with a mirage of Jaguar kicks. Sean was mesmerized by the flashing lights that he completely forgot that he was in a fight. The kicks were powerful. Pain seared through Sean’s upper body as he flew back about twenty feet. His back hit one of the large wooden posts. The post was fine, but Sean’s back wasn’t. Sean saw spots before his eyes. He could see a blurred vision of Adon advancing toward him.

“I guess this is it,” Sean thought, “I lose.” He tried to get up, but then he felt another presence, other than Adon’s. Adon felt the same thing. Sean hoisted himself up and looked around, his vision finally starting to become normal. Out of nowhere, six kabuki warriors appeared in the middle of the room, smoke emanating from their entrance.

“What the . . . ?” Adon said.

“Yeah really. This is our fight.” Sean continued.

The kabuki warriors, didn’t pay attention. They surrounded the duo, preparing to attack.

“I guess our fight’s on hold until we take these bad boys out,” said Sean with smile.

“Yeah, I could use a break,” laughed Adon.

All six of the kabuki warriors dashed forward simultaneously. Adon and Sean both performed a high jump. Soaring above the warriors. Sean fell back down with his foot extended, executing a torpedo kick. His foot dove into the kabuki warrior’s face as he vanished, leaving only his mask. “Huh? What happened to him?”

Meanwhile, Adon bounced off the wall from his high jump.

“Jaguar Tooth!” Adon’s kick knocked one of the kabuki warriors into another. Both disappeared, leaving their white masks behind. “Come on, you guys gotta do better than that!” giving them a thumbs down.

“Dan-yu-ken!” cried Sean as he flew over Adon and caught the kabuki warrior sneaking up behind Adon. It dissipated. One of the two remaining kabuki warriors charged toward Sean. “I don’t think so,” Sean laughed. Sean performed a front snap kick that stopped it in its tracks. Sean caught him and flipped him over with his leg toward Adon. “Head’s up!” Sean called as he released the kabuki.

“Hiiiyaaaa!” Adon caught the mid-air kabuki with his leg and then hurled him into the other remaining kabuki warrior in one swift movement. Both kabuki collided and blast of blue light shone past Adon and Sean.

“What now?” Sean said as the light became a blinding white. “We’re being transported again?”

Another scene change. This time Adon wasn't so lucky. Reappearing in mid-air, he landed rather hard on top of a bar table. Falling clean through, he broke it to splinters.

"Eyow!!" He clutched at his back again. It felt as if someone had thrown him through the table. Trying to stand up, he staggered quite a bit. The fall had disoriented his perception considerably. "Sean? Uhhhhh... yo, Sean?"

"Got a problem, mister? You got some nerve busting up my bar like that! I reckon you get them table there fixed.” Adon looked over to a bartender, who was snapping at him with an angry tone.

Looking about him, Adon came eye to eye with the patrons who had came in for a drink or two. Wild west clothing abound, he was stuck in a bar room full of cowboys. Drunk, aggressive ones . . . and he had just ruined their evening. This didn't look too good.

"Sorry about the table," he said, backpedaling towards the door. He was still hurting pretty bad and a fight now would probably wear him down to the point where Sean could take him out easily, especially with all these men. One cowboy cut off his escape route, barring the door. He pushed Adon back into the room, laughing.

"Hey look, boys! Here's a character whose momma still dresses him funny!"

"Wha.. what did you say?!?!"

Something snapped! Adon suddenly stood up, ramrod straight, eying everyone in the room with murderous intent. He spun around the room, counting to himself . . .

"Hey, boy . . . the hell you doing?" one of the cowboys asked, spitting into a receptacle.

Adon let his head fall, hiding his eyes. Suddenly he began to laugh . . . his maniacal, cocky laugh! He looked the man in the eye.

"Just counting all the asses about to be whooped!"

Sean had materialized somewhere else in the neighborhood. It was a cool night. A tumbleweed snagged onto Sean’s yellow gi. He shook his leg rapidly, letting it loose. The tumbleweed continued on it’s predestined course. Sean looked around. It was definitely an old looking town. Dust flew off as he started to walk around. He saw a horse tied up outside a general store.
“A general store? Are they still around?”

Next to it was a saloon and across the street was a gun shop.

CRASH! CLING! OOFF! BANG! AAAH!

The sudden bursts of noises brought his attention back to the saloon. Noise of a fight.

"Well, I guess stuff like this is common in the west . . . that is, if any of those Clint Eastwood movies I've seen are accurate. I guess that’s not important now, I gotta find Adon. Hmm, wonder where he is."

Sean approached the saloon. He started to hear the sound of Dixieland piano in the background. No sooner than he approached the window of the saloon, when a body came flying out, crashing through the glass. He barely missed Sean as he hit the ground below. Sean looked down at the broken man. “Hmm, I wonder.” He jumped over him and ran up to the window. Bad move.

“Ooof!”

Another man came flying out, knocking both Sean and the unconscious cowboy to the ground.

"Unnngh . . . get off, man!" Sean lifted the unconscious sack of bones off and rolled him aside. "That’s gotta be Adon.”

The remaining people in the bar shook nervously. They never saw anything like that before in their lives! Eight men . . . eight rough and tumble cowboys . . . and Adon took them down like they were nothing! Adon approached the counter and grabbed the bartender by the collar. "When they wake up," he started, "remind them what happened . . . understand!?!?!"

“Y-, y-, yes sir,” shaking his head. Adon threw him with force into the liquor bottles on the wall. Expensive liquor bottles fell crashing to the ground, spilling it‘s valuable contents on the floor. The bar won’t have much liquor for the next couple of weeks. Storming toward the door, he saw Sean looking in through the window.

"Sorry I missed the party! Looks like you had a blast!"

“Grr . . .” Adon wasn’t very happy. Adon looked at him. He then grabbed him by the shirt and tossed him to the wall of the general store. Running over, he was quickly introduced to Sean's two feet, being knocked back into the middle of the path. Sean rolled forward, rising up with a Dragon Smash that almost took Adon's head off! He flew backwards, landing in a heap of hay. Sean staggered over to see if that finished him off.

"What? . . . you gotta be kidding!" he said as Adon sprang to his feet, rather slowly. Wobbling, he fought to regain his footing. With both men up, the fight was once again on. They took off towards each other like a shot, leaping and meeting each other in mid-air with flying kicks as a stagecoach appeared out of nowhere and almost rolled them both over! Suddenly, time stood still again . . . they were teleported in the nick of time, almost getting trampled by the steeds.

“Not again,” Sean screamed as he fell on to the concrete floor. Sean could feel a burning sensation coming from the soles of his feet a few seconds after impact. Sean looked around, expecting to find Adon near by, but to no avail. Sean got up dusting himself off.

“What am I doing in a basketball court?” Sean asked to himself. “A familiar one, for that matter.”

¿Quem é ele? (“Who’s he?”) a voice came from behind.

“Portuguese?” Sean thought. He turned around to see a group of basketball players in a corner. They were freaked out. How the heck did he appear out of nowhere? Sean studied their faces a little longer; they looked pretty familiar.

“Sou Sean. ¿Onde estou?” (I’m Sean. Where am I?)

The group huddled together in confusion, talking amongst themselves, pointing and looking at Sean once in a while. Finally, one of the older looking ones spoke up.

“Está em São Paulo, Brasil.” (You’re in São Paulo, Brazil)

“I’m in São Paulo? That’s why this place looks familiar -- I’m in the basketball courts outside the youth center!” Sean thought to himself. He again studied the faces of the teenage boys before him. They seemed to be in their early to mid teens. Sean couldn’t put his finger on it; they looked familiar, but it was as if he hadn’t seen them in a long time. Then, it finally hit him.

“Josue?” Sean spoke curiously, looking at the teenager who had just spoken to him.

“Sim, sou Josue,” (“Yes, I’m Josue,”) the frightened kid spoke. Sean could tell that he was nervous.

“Mas está muerte.” (“But you’re dead.”) They boys all looked at Josue, as he was freaking out even more. “Fernando?” asked Sean pointing to a smaller boy.

“Sim,” (“Yes,”) the smaller boy said, his eyes widened. Sean was confused. “How could it be?” he thought. Then, Sean thought of something.

“¿Que ano é? (What year is it?”) Sean asked.

“Mil novencentos e noventa e três,” (“1993,”) replied Josue. Sean’s predictions were right, if he and Adon traveled back to the American frontier days, they must be traveling through different places as well as during different times. “That means Josue is still alive; he didn’t die till 1995. 1993 . . . that means that I would have been twelve. My mom isn’t bound by a wheelchair and my dad is still . . . I need to go back home and find them.”

Not too far off, Adon landed on a sidewalk next to a large building. He got up, looking around. “Now I’m in a metropolis. I need to file a complaint report on these transportation devices.” Adon looked up to the building before him. “Centro para juventude. I wonder what that means. It sounds Spanish.”

Adon started to walk around the building. He found the he was in a tropical area, seeing palm trees everywhere. A bunch of kids looked at him a little funny. They all sported dark skin like Sean, with the same, curly black hair. “Hmm . . . I wonder if I’m in Brazil.”

Turning the corner. Adon spotted a familiar-looking person, dressed in a yellow gi talking to a bunch of kids. Adon crossed the street over to a basketball court and ran over to the entrance.

“There you are,” Adon cried. Sean turned around to see him by the entrance to the basketball court. “Time to finish this little escapade.”

“Indeed,” stated Sean, as he got into his fighting stance. “I need to find my parents before I’m transported again,” he thought to himself.

Sean rushed toward Adon. Adon let loose a kick to stop the incoming Sean. Sean was expecting it from Adon and rolled underneath his kick. He the swept Adon of his feet, causing him to fall on his back, once again. Adon cringed at the pain that shot up his lower back.

“I could use a nice dip in the spa once I beat this guy,” Adon thought.

Sean tried stomping on Adon’s stomach, but Adon moved out of the way. Sean’s foot slammed hard on the concrete, leaving him wide open. Adon let loose a reverse side kick, striking Sean square in the mouth. Sean stumbled back, clasping his mouth for a second.

Adon was surprised that it didn’t knock him down. Sean recovered quickly to come back with another attack. Sean unleashed a flurry of punches, delivering sharp blows to Adon’s upper body. Sean finished him off with a reverse roundhouse kick.

“Good night,” he said underneath his breath.

Unfortunately, it was a little slow and Adon quickly performed an Alpha counter, causing Sean to fall back, spinning toward the ground, but Sean still got up. He was determined to come out victorious. He had to get to his house before he was transported again.

Adon lunged with a punch that Sean was quickly able to parry. The quickly grabbed his arm and flipped Adon over his shoulder, slamming him into the ground. Sean went in for a punch to Adon’s windpipe, but Adon luckily was quick enough to kick Sean at the exact same target area Sean had intended to strike.
Sean fell back, grasping his neck; trying the grab in as much air as possible.

Adon had gotten up slowly and started advancing toward Sean. Sean got up on all fours, coughing up a little blood. He looked up to see the young boys, . . . his friends when they were kids, talking amongst themselves with worried looks on their faces. “Do they know that I’m Sean eight years from now?”

Josue quickly threw a basketball toward Sean. It rolled forward until it stopped by Sean’s hands.

“A basketball? What the heck am I going to do with this?” as he looked over the small group. He turned to see the young Fernando give him a wink. Sean tossed the basketball towards Adon, who dodged it easily... however, that was all according to Sean's plan... he dashed at Adon with glowing hands.

"SHORYUUU-CANNON!!!" he yelled as he rushed the surprised Adon with his Shoruy-Reppa like attack. . . the one he spent so long perfecting in practice. It hit Adon like a sack of bricks, crashing blows into him so fast, he had no time to react. While some blows were blocked, too many found their way through his defense. The final phase took Adon down. He slid across the concrete floor in a heap. Sean showed that he was to the breaking point of exhaustion, slumping over and barely able to stand. The other kids in the gym began to cheer and holler. He glanced their way, flashing a smile.  He then looked back where Adon hit the ground.

"UFFFFF!" Adon smashed a Jaguar Knee into Sean's face, knocking him down! He stood looking down on him, eyes filled with so much hate and rage! Wiping blood from his now running nose, he stalked towards Sean with the look of a madman on his face!

"How . . . how can you still be standing after all that?!?!" Sean looked on in disbelief as Adon quickly snatched him up by the collar, taking several shots to the face as he held Sean in front of him. Adon's endurance was well founded. That was one of Sean's most powerful attacks, and he was still standing. He fired into him again with more knee lifts and finished with a sharp, forearm swipe, staggering Sean. He was seeing stars; his vision was seriously impaired. The swipe cut him above the eye, and it was starting to swell. Adon was no better off. His stamina couldn't hide all the bruises that now covered his body. He was in pain, and he wanted to end this now. 

Sean started forward, halted by a sudden sharp pain in his side. Fearing the worse, he instinctively clutched at it. Glancing over at the boys, they pointed over to Adon, who was now glowing all over. Sean clenched his teeth, preparing for the worst... his body just wasn't reacting quick enough...

"Brrrrrrrrrrrrr...... Hah, Hah, Hah-Hah..HEYYYYYEEEEEAHHHH!!!"

That was it . . . Adon's trump card: a fully powered Jaguar Varied Assault! Dashing forward with repeated elbows, he optioned to finish it off with the 1000 Jaguars... a flurry punch melee. Sean could taste the blood in his mouth, and he thought he felt a tooth coming loose.

“No... I can't lose... not now... not when I came so far...” he thought to himself. He felt his feet root into place as Adon connected with the final blow, sending him sliding backwards. Sean opened a swollen eye long enough to see a shocked and amazed Adon staring at him!

"Impossi . . . you're still . . . after all of that?!?!" stuttered Adon as Sean once again strained to find the strength to counter that last vicious assault. Adon tried to meet him with a high kick, but was so exhausted from that last burst of fury that he was vulnerable!

"THIS FIGHT... IS MINE!!!!" yelled Sean, dashing forward one last time... "HYPAAAAH- TORNAAAAADAH!!!!' Adon didn't even have the strength to defend, and now he would pay for that. Punch after punch, kick after kick, every shot met it's mark. Finishing with a rising Tornado Kick, Sean sent Adon flying against the far wall. He hit with enough force to go through it, had it been glass. His body slumped down to a knee. Sean stood up, not knowing if he could handle anymore himself. Adon looked up at him...

"Ngggh... g... good shot."

Adon fell forward, unconscious. Sean breathed a sigh of relief. It was finally over. The kids were ecstatic! They cheered him again. 

“I don’t have much time left.  I need to get to my house.”  With that, Sean started running as fast as his body would allow, turning his head to his “younger” friends as gave a wave and smiled. 

“Got to warn them,” Sean said under his breath.  Sean raced down Avenida Bahía.  The street looked exactly as it did in 1993.  Old shops that were no longer around there were still around.  He passed up several people, some of which were once familiar faces, but now foreign.  Several had passed away, others moved, still others were in jail and some were murdered.  It was a run through Memory Lane.  Thoughts and scenes whizzed by him.  It was like he was in the twilight zone. 

Turning on the corner to his street, he could see his house from the distance.  He could see himself, his mother and his father, perfectly well and alive in front of the house.  “Almost there,” Sean said.  “Just a little more.”  Sean raced like the wind.  He couldn’t feel the pain in his body.

All of a sudden, a blue light flashed before him.  Sean couldn’t move.

“NOOOO!!!!  I’M SO CLOSE!!!!  DAAAAAAAADDDD!!!!!!!!”

"Ladies and Gentlemen!!!" An excited Hiro proclaimed, " We have our first round winner! Sean!!! Wasn't that a spectacular match!?!"

Sean noticed that Adon was standing next to him; his bruises were gone. Checking himself out, he was also healed, somehow.  Sean felt a heavy feeling in his heart.  “I guess it’s supposed to be like this,” he thought to himself.  “I guess what’s in the past is done.”  Sean waved to the fans with a smile, who began chanting his name. He turned towards Adon, who didn't even want to look Sean in the eye. Sean extended a hand.

"You won . . . can't you just leave it at that?" a frustrated Adon said.

"No, I can't. Respect where respect is due. Take my hand . . . friend."

Adon looked at his hand, then at him. Finally, he cracked a grin and shook hands with Sean. Sean raised their hands together in triumph. He had been through one of his greatest fights ever... and made a new friend in the process.

"Well, what do you know... looks like Adon's jerk-genes have been removed from his DNA! He's turned into a regular good sportsman!” announced Hiro.

"And in the end, isn't that what it's all about, folks?" Dai said in agreement.