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Chapter 2 - Chapter One

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Ît Ṣhōuld Hãd Bēen à Lifêlong Childhœd Rîvãl...

{ Sudden Discovering }

In every man's life, he must have at least one rival.

At least that was what my 14-year-old self was

convinced of.

Speaking which, my rival is probably a neighbor's

child, nicknamed "Little Tyrant"

Speaking of this, I'm actually kind of embarrassed

because I've been bullied by him since childhood.

Although he's the same age as me, he's always been

taller than me. At one point he was a whole head

taller!

All my treasured items that have been taken are

listed below: snacks, balloons, manga, water guns, a

police hat, and a total of 25 transformer toys.

Apart from stealing my things, he used a wide

variety of tactics to bully. Some examples are:

kicking me into the river while I was concentrated

on fishing,removing my chair right before I sat down, spitting

on me after I fell into a pit, forcing me to eat bread

coated with spicy pepper powder, and dropping a

crab down the back of my shirt.

In short, it's difficult to express how much I

suffered under him. In my childish mind, he was at

one point even scarier than Godzilla.

This year I'm already in the second year of middle

school, next year Ill be in my third. Whatever the

case, I want to settle this with "Little Tyrant" before

I attend high school.

Otherwise, I'll be scarred for life. This is why I sent

him a letter of challenge 3 days ago. Although we

weren't neighbors anymore after our neighborhood

got demolished, he still lives in the same city, only 2

stops away by subway.

He probably already received the letter. I invited

him out for a one-on-one, the loser must grovel

before the winner's feet and admit their mistakes,

and also return all the toys they snatched.

Of course, I don't have any of his toys. However,justice always prevails, right?

The location is at a spacious field just behind the

boiler factory, it's at 9 AM, a time where no one will

interrupt. I intentionally picked a location closer to

his house, this way if he loses it's closer for him to

retrieve the toys.

Don't misunderstand, I'm already 14 so I don't like

playing with transformers anymore. However, this is

a testimony to my strength and bravery. Besides, I

think Optimus Prime must miss me aleady.

Speaking of that I haven't seen "Little Tyrant" in 3

years.

I remember that he grew up in a single parent

household like me. Although I didn't like him, I had a

good impression of Auntie Ren.

This was because Auntie Ren was young and pretty

(she was too young to be an auntie, she was more

like a sister), and she was the idol for many young

men. "Little Tyrant" also didn't dare bully me in

front of her.The formidable Auntie Ren was also an international

level Mixed Martial Arts champion, it's no wonder

that "Little Tyrant" was so strong. By contrast, my

dad was just a glasses otaku that sold various sex

items on an online store, how embarrassing.

I wonder how was "Little Tyrant" over the past 3

years, our difference in height couldn't have

increased again, right?

My last confrontation with him was in the winter 3

years ago, the big snowflakes that day left a deep

impression. I forgot why we even started to fight.

At that time I almost caught up to him in terms of

height, in order to defeat him I was always doing

secret training and gained some muscles on my

arm,

That's why I've decided to not endure any longer

but to put up a fight.

He turned me into a panda numerous times with his

iron fist so I also aimed at his eyes, but my fist only

brushed his chin and didn't touch his face.An expression of "You think you've grown, huh?"

appeared on his face and then he kicked me in the

stomach causing me to lay immobile on the ground.

Damn, I forgot to guard his feet. Although our

heights are approximately the same his legs were

always longer than mine (I'm sorry for inheriting mny

dad's short legs! ).

The strange thing is after he knocked me over, he

never spat on me like before, and didn't leave,

instead he said with a lonely voice:

"This place is going to be demolished and everybody

will move away, our family is going to move to the

red building on North St in the west city, so we can't

meet as often anymore..."

Why are you telling me this? You're going to escape

with my 25 transformers, Congratulations!

"I keep on getting the feeling that I haven't fought

enough with you..."

Is it still not enough? Don't you have enough spoils

of war from me? You even took Optimus Prime! Why

are you speaking to me with a lonely voice? Are youdaily from now on?

Or are you saying.. I suddenly shivered from head

to toe.

Or are you saying that you see me as a long time

enemy, just like how I see you?

I lifted my head up from my current kneeling

position, "Little Tyrant" looked down upon me

within the flurry of snowflakes. Because I was

against the sun I couldn't see his face clearly.

"See you later, Ye Lin (This was the first time he

correctly pronounced my name, he always

purposely pronounced my name to things such as

Wild donkey (Ye Lu), Ill help you safeguard those

transformers... When you feel that you can win

against me, come challenge me"

He tossed me a piece of paper containing his

address, I grasped it in my hands and glared at the

writing on the page. I have to admit, his handwriting

is pretty neat.The formidable Auntie Ren was also an international

level Mixed Martial Arts champion, it's no wonder

that "Little Tyrant" was so strong. By contrast, my

dad was just a glasses otaku that sold various sex

items on an online store, how embarrassing.

I wonder how was "Little Tyrant" over the past 3

years, our difference in height couldn't have

increased again, right?

My last confrontation with him was in the winter 3

years ago, the big snowflakes that day left a deep

impression. I forgot why we even started to fight.

At that time I almost caught up to him in terms of

height, in order to defeat him I was always doing

secret training and gained some muscles on my

arm,

That's why I've decided to not endure any longer

but to put up a fight.

He turned me into a panda numerous times with his

iron fist so I also aimed at his eyes, but my fist only

brushed his chin and didn't touch his face.

In the following 3 years I trained myself more

severely, one can say it was to an inhumane extent.

Situps, pushups, pull-ups, starting at only being

able to do 10, to 100, then 200. Every day I ran

around Dongshan lake with a 2. 5kg sandbag tied to

my ankles, and then increased it to 5kg. As for

buying boxing magazines and peeking at it during

class, IIl omit that. In short, when other kids were

eating I was training. When they were sleeping I was

still training. If I don't become a martial artist, that's

just straight up unreasonable.

Even so, I don't have 100% certainty that I can win

against "Little Tyrant".

After all, his mom was a real MMA Champion, he

must have learned some secret training methods

that aren't available to the public, he might even

have one or tWo sure kill moves.

I still must challenge him! I'm not fit to be a man ifI

yield to my fears! Even if I lose I will still challenge

him again, once a year! Until I win back Optimus

Prime! That's right, like I mentioned before, a man

of my age already doesn't like transformers any

more, right? By all means, don't think I'm doing this

for the toys!When it came time to challenge "Little Tyrant" I

remembered that I didn't know his name. I knew

that he had the same surname as Auntie Ren. Since

it's like this, I copied the address he left previously

onto the letter, and wrote "Ren WoXing (Ren can

also mean to allow, Wo means I and Xing can mean

do, so in this context I believe it will mean, allow me

to do anything)" for the recipient name, I believe

this name suits him well. As a result of not wanting

Auntie Ren to laugh at me after seeing the letter, I

didn't write my name on it, and instead wrote "The

hero of justice" . After "Little Tyrant" receives this

letter, he'll definitely know it's from me. After all, he

was always the demon king that bullied the hero.

We are lifetime enemies.

It's actually starting to fog. It's now the beginning of

spring, outside of my sweater I wore a boxing shirt

and pants like the one that Sylvester Stallone wore,

yet I still felt some chilliness.

In order to prevent my muscles from freezing, I

adopted a stance and did some quick punches, the

preparation work before a fight is very important.

There was no one else on the field, I looked at my

watch: 8:50 exactly, I came half an hour early and

already waited for 20 minutes. He shouldn't be the

type of person that purposely comes late, in orderdrill.

This way I would be conspicuous even if the fog

becomes any thicker. After around 5 minutes, I

heard footsteps in the distance.

The soft footstep sounds of sneakers stepping over

grass. It was somewhat hurried, somewhat

impatient., and somewhat hesitant.

Heng (Scoffing sound), "Little tyrant" , it's been 3

years, don't tell me you're afraid?

In reality, my body began to shake uncontrollably, it

must be because of the cold.

I won't lose! I definitely won't lose against you! Even

if it means using the forbidden technique amongst

men, such as the crotch kick...

A gray silhouette separated from the fog and started

to run closer. It started to slow down because it

seemed to have discovered my location.

Based on its running posture, I concluded it was

definitely the Little Tyrant.

As he walked passed the two little trees I had also

previously passed, I nervously estimated his height

based on the height of the branches of nearby trees.

Great! He didn't grow taller! To be precise, it seems

like he hasn't grown at all since we separated three

years ago! These three years have been the three

years where I developed the most, I'm actually a

head taller than him now!

Ha ha ha ha Little Tyrant, I've never thought you

would receive retribution soon!

But height isn't everything, I still kept my vigilance.

The Little Tyrant stopped about five steps away

from me. His cheeks were rosy red and he exhaled awhite mist. It seems he didn't take the bus here, but

ran the whole way.

It seems like he is also doing warm ups before the

fight! Ye Lin, you can't be careless! The opponent is

as dangerous as Frieza! Although he's not as tall as

me, Frieza's final form was also small and cute!

In any case, let's take a closer look at the enemy.

The Little Tyrant's battle outfit was a thick gray and

white sweater with navy blue blue jeans. It was a bit

strange because it does not seem suitable for a

fight.

In particular, because he was afraid of the cold, both

his hands were retracted into his sleeves, revealing

only his fingertips.

Although overall he had short hair, he had long

bangs in front of his forehead. This silhouette is

very disadvantageous in a fight!

There's a high chance of being grabbed by your hair,

then being kneed in the face!Also... is it my imagination? Why does his waist-to-

hip ratio have a subtle sense of disharmony? Also,

those skintight jeans that accentuates the elegant

curves of his legS...

Don't tell me that his body type reflects training of

attacks with the lower body? Will sure kill

techniques like the life stealing scissor kick appear

in our upcoming duel?

As matters stand, it's pointless letting my thoughts

wander.

I took off my watch and tossed it under the old

banyan tree without even looking. I took a stance

that was somewhere in between Muay Thai and

Chinese boxing.

"Let's get started, Ren WoXing!" (TN: Name he gave

her on the challenge letter)

The Little Tyrant giggled a bit. He was shorter than

me now, so if he didn't raise his head, I couldn't see

his expression because it was blocked by his bangs.

"You still remember your toy robots..."

The Little Tyrant rubbed his two frozen hands

together while using his breath to bring warmth.

Not only did he not enter a battle stance, but he

also appeared to be a bit happy.

His voice and intonation was very strange. Although

it barely changed from what I recall, it still feels

strange..

Right! Its strange it didn't change!

Boys around our age all experience changes in their

voice! Due to the vocal chords getting thicker and

thyroid cartilage protruding forward, my voice has

become much deeper. How come his voice didn't

change at all?

I suddenly felt that on his neck, behind the collar of

his sweater, he might not have what I have, an

Adam's apple.

But maybe it's because he hasn't hit puberty, since

he hasn't grown at all in the past three years. Icomforted myself and stopped my mind from

wandering.

"Why aren't you moving? Are you afraid because I'm

taller than you now?"

The Little Tyrant raised her head slightly frantically,

then she quickly lowered it again.

"Why do you keep fidgeting! What are you doing?

Are you going to fight or not? If we're not going to

fight, then return my toy robots!"

I shouted impatiently, I didn't even understand why

I suddenly became very annoyed.

It was as if the Little Tyrant was scared by my tone

of voice and he curled up his body. He stood on the

Spot without a word for a couple of seconds, then

he finally bit her lips like he made up her mind. He

made a deep bow towards me, a 90° angle where his

body was almost parallel to the ground. He placed

both her hands on his knees and appeared to be

sincerely apologizing."I'm sorry for always bullying you in the past, I must

have caused a lot of hardships!"

"What? Is this how the mighty Little Tyrant

apologizes? Didn't I clearly write in the letter that

the loser has to kowtow and apologize? Do you

really think you can reduce your punishment if you

admit defeat?"

"I'm really sorry, but it would be too embarrassing

to kowtow and apologize... Also, if I got my new

jeans dirty, my mom will get mad..."

What's going on? I can't keep up with his train of

thought. It has only been three, but now the

heartless and evil Little Tyrant can't even dirty a

pair of jeans?

"What the hell are you talking about? Are you saying

you don't want to fight because you're afraid of

getting your clothes dirty? Didn't we once have a

fight naked in the mud when we were in the fifth

grade? Where did your heroism from that time

go?" (TN: Only nude on the top)

It must have been my imagination because after Isaid that sentence, the Little Tyrant's face turned

even redder.

"Sorry, that will never happen again..."

"Why? You can't fight with me anymore because I'm

taller than you?"

I was very angry. This behavior was as nasty as

running away after winning a game of chess, or

backstabbing someone then saying "Let's get along"

with a smile on your face. (TN: In this case, it's a

literal stab in the back)

"It has nothing to do with height." the Little Tyrant

was hesitant.

"Then, why?"

"Actually... there is one thing, I've always kept it a

secret from you.."

"What is it? Is it like the time when you secretly put

a note on my back that said 'please give me anenema, and it caused me to get 'A Thousand Years

of Pain' from children?"

"Please don't say anymore, I'm also embarrassed

about that.."

"Then, why? Why can't we fight anymore? Aren't we

old enemies?"

I was furious to the extent that cracks started to

appear in the corner of my eye.

"I'm actually a girl.."

"So, what? In this day and age, men and women are

equal... wait wait wait wait wait wait -- what did

you just say!!!???"

"I said, because I'm a girl, something like fighting

naked in the mud will never happen again." (TN: Or

will it...?)

It seems like it took him a lot of effort to tell me. His

face was red to the Doint steaming. it was like aboiled crab.

Although he still had short hair like before, his

delicate facial features, his big eyes, dainty lips, the

curves of his face... are all proof that he's telling the

truth.

As long as you don't look at him with eyes of

ingrained hatred like me, anyone will come to the

conclusion that he is a girl.

Would I have to refer to him as 'her' from now on?

I suddenly felt that it wouldn't be that bad if I fell

into DongShan Lake and turned into ice.

Compared to the truth that was just revealed, I'II

rather choose to freeze to death.

"No! You're definitely lying! Nowadays it's not

strange for a boy to look like a girl! You're a trap!

Don't try to deceive my feelings anymore! I won't be

fooled!She flashed her eyes, along with her long eyelashes,

while silently staring at me who was going

hysterical.

"Yes, you must be a trap! We were both 11 years old

in the fifth grade. When we were fighting in the

mud, I ripped off your top in order to get my bag

back... I would have realized if you were a girl!

Although your skin was very white, your chest was

as flat as a mirror! It was so flat that I could say it

was frictionless, if I slid a block on it, it would keep

going forever with the same initial velocity!"

"Please don't mention the one thing that I was

ashamed of anymore, at that time, I haven't

developed... It all went to my height.."

She answered while mumbling.

"Additionally, I haven't grown at all in three years..."

"I can see that, what's your point?"

"I'm saying.... it got a little bigger...""What got a little bigger? Speak clearly!"

"Breast... My breasts got a little bigger:.."

She pressed the tips of her index fingers together as

if she was embarrassed to death.

"That's why... I'm not flat-chested anymore..."

What? ! What does your flat-chest have anything to

do with me? Instead of spouting nonsense, return

brother Optimus Prime to me!

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