Baron de Araújo’s tournament

Joaquim then explained the opportunity that could change everything. The baron had a daughter, Eduarda, aged twenty-two. Unlike other women in her community, she loved riding horses, hunting, fighting and betting.

Every year, she organized a tournament on her father’s property. Fighters from all over the region came to compete: boxing, freestyle wrestling and other forms of combat. The winner won 100 contos of reis.

This sum would be enough to pay Joaquim’s debt, restore the quinta and allow him to hold on for years.

But Joaquim didn’t know how to fight. He was old, weakened, with no real luck.

He then told Benedita what he had seen in her: not a useless woman, but a fighter. A force that no one had been able to understand, because no one had ever given her the opportunity to use it for herself.

His offer was clear: he would train her in secret for the tournament. If she won, he would share the prize with her. Half would go to him, or 50 contos, enough to buy his postage and start again elsewhere.

Benedita asked what would happen if she lost.

Joaquim replied that they would lose together. He would lose the quinta. It could be resold. But at least they would have tried.

She didn’t trust him. Still, she didn’t have many other choices. Something in Joaquim’s voice, an honest fatigue and recognizable pain, made him think that maybe he was telling the truth.

She agreed, with a simple threat:

“I fight. But if you betray me, I’ll kill you. “

Benedita’s secret training

The next day, Joaquim woke Benedita before dawn. He took her to a hidden clearing, out of sight, and improvised a ring with ropes tied between the trees.

He brought sandbags for beatings, pieces of wood to break, and old books of fistfights that he had kept since his youth. He didn’t know how to apply all the techniques himself, but he knew the theory: positions, movements, dodges, attacks.

Benedita learned quickly. Her strength was raw, but she had instinct. It struck with the accumulated rage of twenty-three years of violence, chains, hunger and humiliation.

Little by little, this anger changed shape. It ceased to be a blind explosion. It became movement, precision, a controlled energy.

Every day, Benedita trained for five hours, then returned to work at the fazenda to keep up appearances. The months passed. His body strengthened, his movements became clearer, his posture more secure.

In September, three months before the tournament, Joaquim decided to test it. He stood in front of her for a simulation.

She knocked him to the ground in ten seconds.

Joaquim got up laughing, despite the blood in his mouth, and told him she was ready.