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There was a martial arts competition in San Francisco this week and Vic was excited that he would be able to go and check it out. Granted he wouldn’t be allowed to compete in it since that was a big no from dad for him to do so. His dad had made it very clear that he was to only use his skill as martial arts is he so someone else was in danger and that meant no showing off, purposely getting into fights and definitely no competitions.

Personally he didn’t completely understand why his dad had set up those rules for when he got to take a trip into the city but he probably had a good reason for it. Plus he wasn’t going to messing things up for himself and make it so dad wouldn’t let him come back and be stuck staying in the middle of nowhere like he usually was not that he minded it. It was peaceful there and he was more comfortable there than in the city though part of that could be he was raised out there and really didn’t have much contact with the outside world.

The bus to take him to San Francisco would be arriving shortly and he had been having a pleasant conversation with an elderly woman. Though she was waiting for a different bus and he was sad that they would not be able to continue their conversation about gardening. But all good things must eventually end.

When the bus finally pulled up he said farewell to the woman before grabbing him gym bag and heading onto the bus. When he got into the city he would check into the youth hostel he usually stayed at before using a pay phone to give his dad a call letting him know he was there and safe.