Just One Yesterday (Puppy, Nyte)

The training center has been the place Remo has been going for a long time now. The Moreno's training at the house is annoying from all the Morenos. They are all a challenge to beat, Including the younger ones. Remo wanted to show off the Moreno's strength in the actual Training center. The Morenos do it occasionally. Most people know of who the Moreno's are, after all they have been in three games and made it quite far. The Moreno's need a win though. They haven't won yet, but one day they will. They will be the best group of careers in District 1. No one is better than the Morenos.

The training center was loud as always. Remo stared at the swords. The gut feeling in him wanting to take over and use it. The feeling of the last time he held a sword. He missed using it. It was his best weapon, but he was a weapon of destruction with it. His emotions do not show when he holds it. They disappear and he has no mercy when he holds one. The memory of his brother's death flashing right in front of him. The memories of the whipping. He can still remember the pain and the feeling of it. The humility of it all. The humility of being whipped in front of people. Remo didn't care though. He had brought honor to the Morenos. He had killed someone for the greater good of himself. His brother was too weak at the time. His brother wouldn't have survived if he went up against anyone. Remo was the one to end it though. Remo was the one to kill him. The feeling of betrayal getting stuck in his head again. Remo was a wreck, but, still a strong guy who could take anyone down.


Remo's body made it's way to the area where Remo can use his second favorite weapon, his fists. Hand to hand combat was his favorite. The rush of hitting someone with your strength. The feeling of dodging a hit with your agility. The feeling of using your endurance to stay upright. The adrenaline rushing through your body. Remo loved to fight. He learned to before the Morenos. When he was at the Orphanage, he had to learn to protect to brother and rise higher in the social ladder there. Two big guys were currently duking it out. The hits were hard and slow, but the damage was quite real. Finally, one of the big guys is knocked out. The one that is left is asking for challengers and Remo just chuckles as he steps into the ring.

The fight begins with the bigger guy throwing a few hits and Remo dodging them easily. Remo smirks as he throws a playful punch to the face. The bigger guy gets even more pissed off and misses completely. Remo chuckles and is caught off guard. A fist smashes into his face. The pain spreads throughout his head, but Remo pulls through the pain and takes a step back. He smirks at the bigger guy and begins swinging punch after punch, until finally the other guy is knocked out cold. Remo laughs at this. No one is stronger than him the Morenos always are the best. Remo looked to the small crowd that was forming. He spoke loudly, "Whose next?" Remo smirked and wanted to knock more people out. Remo knew he was the best. He was the best in the building. He would be able to knock out anyone. Remo Moreno would show everyone, just how powerful the Morenos were. There was no stopping him now. He had his mind set on one thing and only one thing. Victory.