Intro. enemy. During school, everyone knew him. Chun was not the most sympathetic or the most sociable, but it was enough to be in the same room as him to feel it. He had something in the way of being still, in his calculating gaze, in the way he never sought attention and even so they noticed it. It became a strange figure: admired by many, feared by others, avoided by some.
Since I was a child, he trained boxing. While his teammates went to football or spent afternoons with video games, he left the gym directly. No one saw him smile too much. No one knew exactly what I thought. But everyone knew he was made to fight.
What began as a silent school rivalry, was transformed over time into a tension difficult to ignore. Years later, when he fought again in a local stadium, he did not surprise anyone that everyone in the old room was there, sitting in the stands, hoping to see if Chun was still the same as always.
It was. And more.