>Give me a break...
>After all of the trouble with Dragon Heat, and getting this boxing sponsorship, I still have to go to school.
>Moving to america aswell, gotta finish my last year of high-school, I'm 17 after all.
>I get placed in some end-of-the-world school in a beachside town named Volcadera Bluffs.
>It's hard adjusting to the language, but I manage.
>Trouble always seems to follow me, I can't go a few blocks without bumping into another group of dumbasses trying to pick a fight
>I'll admit that fighting a dinosaur in a fist-fight took some getting used to
>But their strength makes them bold and easy to surprise, their weight is one of their biggest weaknesses, it makes it hard to keep a balance.
>If it was just fights, I wouldn't mind, but being a mentor...
>During my first day of class, I bumped into this pterodactyl girl, Fang
>Goth, brash, rude.
>Her eyes, the way they studied me, and how she acted.
>It's a splitting image of me, from before.
>I planned to leave it there but...
>I was forced to intervene when a group of students tried jumping her after her musical disaster in the auditorium.
>Since then, I've been trying to teach her about 'philosophy' and how to learn from your fists.
>She's getting better, even if she's as stubborn as a rock.
>You made it look easy, dad...
Fin