The Nemesis

Everybody Has a Nemesis

And I am no exception.

I am referring to one who shall remain nameless at this point. However, I can say that we train in Karate together.

This post is a dedication to one most foul. Most evil. And yet, most skilled and worthy as an adversary. They say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. But what if they are one and the same?

Read on…

Our relationship is not unlike another
famous duo*. Click to enlarge…

The Beginning

He walked into class the same week I started.

I remember it clearly. A cool winter’s evening. I was standing in the lineup, waiting for class to begin. I felt a chill down my spine as a cold, heartless energy entered the room. The energy was wrapped around the form of a tall, broad man around the same age and size as me.

A hollow whisper echoed throughout the room, unheard by anyone save us.

Nemesis. Arch Nemesis.

He looked up, his gaze was a weapon for piercing the soul.

Behold the evil gaze of my Nemesis**.
Click to enlarge, if you dare…

I noticed that he had an orange belt, which means he had trained somewhere before. Indeed, his level of skill was quite obvious, as his technique was clean and his knowledge was vast.

We both realized the whispers were correct when we sparred for the first time. We instinctively knew each others limits, and we each wanted to see how much further we could push.

To top it all off, every thursday we would go for drinks at the same bar after class, learning about each other, and straining to discover some type of Achilles’ Heel.

It would be safe to say that we were each inspiring the other to greater heights, which made the goal of victory that much more difficult to attain…

My Favourite Nemesis Moment

He was grading for his blue belt, and I was grading for my green.

I was grading on the other side of the room from him. I poured a lot of effort into my grading, so I didn’t really have a chance to watch him, save during resting periods. I watched as he performed his tasks with great energy.

Since my grading had started slightly before his, I was done earlier. The black belt in charge of my side of the room was about to let me go (which meant I would have to leave the room, thus barring my view of the sparring matches between Nemesis and whomever).

Our Sensei, however, had other ideas.

He told me not to go anywhere except into the ring to face off against my Nemesis. You could hear the room collectively draw in its breath. Those who had seen us spar knew we didn’t hold back, and those that didn’t seemed to know.

It was a fun match. As usual, we gave each other a run for our money.

It was a colossal battle*.
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Black and Blue

Now we are roughly the same level. And I mean roughly. Check out this series of bruises that my Nemesis gave me when we were sparring the other day…

Casualty of war. Click to enlarge…

On a serious note, it wasn’t a big deal. It doesn’t even hurt. It’s just bruises made by his fingers when he was trying to take me down to the ground***.

It’s just a testament to how great my Nemesis is. The best thing you could ever do as friends is to help each other push past your current limits. This is something we definitely do.

Who will win the battle for
supremacy***? Click to enlarge…

* – Pictures courtesy of Capcom Entertainment, used without permission.
** – Photos courtesy of Callis.
*** – But it didn’t work, did it Nemesis?