He won.
Leo won.
Leo won the tournament.
The fight had been even more difficult than the semifinal. His opponent was a nine-year-old with far more experience than him, but even then…
Leo was the one who won.
A nosebleed and a small fracture in his left hand was all it took, but…
He was finally free of it.
He could finally quit.
It was done.
And the best part was that both his mother and father had been there to watch him.
After winning, getting his wounds treated, receiving the trophy, going to a restaurant where his mother had to feed him because it was impossible for him to eat with his own two hands without literally starting to cry—that day finally ended.
It was, funnily enough, despite being one of the most physically painful days Leo had ever had, also one of the best days of his life. One filled with his family, all of them happy…
A happy family, where his parents were proud of him.
Leo had also gotten the role back when he auditioned the day after.
