My name is Kael. Technically, I'm a runner…
So then why the hell am I doing video editing now?
Simple: Running doesn't pay the bills, bro.
Especially not when you have a six-year-old girl to take care of.
"Papa! Papa!"
No, no… I know what you're thinking — she's not my biological daughter.
Her mom used to live next door.
But life's cruel — she passed away. No relatives, no backup.
Before dying, she told me,
"Kael… please take care of her."
But why me, man?
I can't even take care of myself properly, and now I've got a kid?
Still… I don't know how, but somehow, I've managed.
Barely.
Anyway, tomorrow's my big tournament.
If I can just make it into the top 10, I might earn enough prize money to survive the next few weeks.
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3:00 AM
"Daam, please sleep now, kid! I've got my tournament tomorrow!"
She: "I want to play, Papa…"
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5:00 AM
She finally fell asleep.
But now I only have one hour to sleep myself.
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8:00 AM – Tournament Day
Behind the stadium…
50 push-ups
50 pull-ups
50 squats
5-minute plank
"Alright. I'm ready."
"KID — listen carefully. Stay with this guy, alright? Don't annoy him too much."
This guy… he's my best friend.
Like seriously, annoyingly best.