So I'm John Lawrence's son

The morning sun flooded into Moon's room, bathing everything in a golden light. She stretched out on the bed, a lazy smile spreading across her lips. The weeks that had passed had been magical, an explosion of passion and tenderness that left her floating on a cloud of happiness.

She grabbed her phone and opened Instagram, her nimble fingers typing a message that expressed all the joy she felt. "I woke up feeling like the luckiest girl in the world! 💖 Thank you for making me so happy, Jack! 🥰"

Meanwhile, Samantha scrolled through her phone, her anger growing with each new post from Moon. The photos of Jack kissing Moon, her passionate declarations... It was like an acid corroding her pride.

"How could I have been so blind?" she wondered, frustration mixing with hurt. "He never paid any attention to me, and here I am, suffering for an idiot who didn't even notice me."

Sam took a deep breath, determination taking over her. No more whining! She had Robby by her side, a kind, thoughtful boy who truly cared about her. It was time to focus on those who valued her.

"Robby..." she whispered, a genuine smile appearing on her lips. "He does deserve my attention."

At Cobra Kai, Jack dedicated himself to training with even greater intensity. The months of constant practice had transformed him. Physically, he had become a specimen of strength and agility. His height, previously contained at 1.74m, now reached an imposing 1.77m. His muscles, sculpted by hours of intense training, stood out under his skin tanned by the California sun. His hair, previously unruly, now grew with wild force, framing his face with an animalistic air, a lion in constant vigil.

But the most profound transformation was taking place within him. That hesitant Jack, tormented by ghosts from the past, gave way to a self-assured man, who exuded confidence and testosterone from every pore. The release of the weight of his feelings for Samantha, the acceptance of his own history, had forged him into a new being.

The nights with Moon, full of passion and surrender, echoed in his mind like a mantra. The memory of her soft white skin, of the moans she whispered as she called his name, set him on fire with a flame he never imagined he would feel. Moon had awakened in him a primal desire, a force that drove him forward, without fear, without hesitation.

Kreese and Johnny watched Jack with approval. The boy had talent, discipline, and a ferocity that set him apart from the rest of the students. "He's a diamond in the rough," Kreese told Johnny. "With the right polish, he'll become an unstoppable weapon."

Johnny nodded, his eyes fixed on Jack. He saw in the boy a reflection of himself, of his rebellious and impetuous youth. But he also saw something else, an inner strength that intrigued him.

Meanwhile, Tory and Miguel trained together, their bodies in sync, their movements precise and fluid. A silent connection formed between them, a mutual respect that grew into something deeper with each passing day.

Jack watched from afar, a discreet smile opening on his lips. He was happy for his friends' happiness, for the friendship that united them. Tory, with her strong and independent personality, and Miguel, with his loyalty and kindness, were a brother he never had. At first I realized that he was angry with me because of Samantha, but I think he moved on. Or not... Only time will tell. 

At Miyagi-Do, Daniel taught his students with patience and wisdom. The dojo grew every day, attracting young people in search of balance and inner peace. Demetri, with his intelligence and sarcasm, found in karate a way to channel his energy and overcome his insecurities.

Jack, Moon, Sam, Robby, Tory, Miguel, Daniel, Johnny... Their paths crossed and diverged, creating a complex web of relationships, rivalries and emotions. No one knew what the future held for each of them, but one thing was certain: a lot would still happen in this story. The flame of karate remained lit in their hearts, guiding them on their journeys of self-knowledge and overcoming, and destiny, like an unpredictable master, wove the threads that united their destinies.