WHY AM I CRYING ?

A gloomy gray hue enveloped everything; I couldn't see a thing. When I opened my eyes, the first sight that greeted me was leaves slowly drifting down all around. I was lying on a rough rock, covered in moss. Struggling to sit up, I shook my head to clear the dizziness. My knuckles cracked as I flexed them. Scanning my surroundings, I realized I was on a mountain slope.

Suddenly remembering that guy, I turned my head in panic, searching for him. Finally, I spotted him lying on the ground, looking completely exhausted. But I noticed something—he had carefully placed me on the rock so my clothes wouldn't get dirty. A good guy.

I gently shook him.

Hey, hey! You okay?

He jolted awake, panting. I spoke first.

Your name is Giang, huh? What a coincidence, my name is Giang too.

His eyes widened in surprise. Then, suddenly, he grabbed my hand tightly, his face full of emotion.

You saved my life! If it weren't for you, I'd be dead by now. I swear, no matter what happens, I'll follow you forever!

I fell into thought. I had never been into the whole gang leader thing, but maybe I could make use of this loyalty. Clearing my throat, I said:

Since we're both named Giang, let's start a "company" from now on. I'll be the president, and you...

I'll be the vice president, right? Ha ha ha! - He laughed excitedly.

Like hell you will! - I pretended to scold him. - You'll be the operations manager, and your nickname will be "Owl."

He looked puzzled.

Why "Owl"?

I shrugged.

Uhmmm... Because I like it.

Owl burst out laughing.

Ha ha ha, then we should call it "Zoo" instead of a company!

I blushed, embarrassed at being outwitted, and quickly shifted to a more pressing matter.

So what do we do about Kiên?

Owl fell silent for a moment, then shook his head.

We can't escape. Playing with fire will get us burned.

I sighed. He was right. Unless we beat him, this would never end.

How about… we learn martial arts? - I suggested.

Owl responded seriously.

That won't be enough. A day of training won't make a difference. We need another plan.

What else can we do besides defeating him? - I wondered.

We fight him two-on-one! - Owl exclaimed.

What?! Two against one? That's cowardly! - I frowned.

Not really. Kiên is big and strong; he'll definitely underestimate us and agree. The key is, we need time to train. Let's challenge him to a fight in a week or two. - Owl explained confidently.

I nodded, finding the plan reasonable. But we still needed a martial art to increase our chances.

So what should we learn? - I asked.

Owl lowered his head, looking insecure. I was about to comfort him when he suddenly looked up.

Yes, President!

I chuckled. Pulling out my phone, I scrolled through martial arts options. Images filled the screen—punches, kicks, powerful grappling moves. The fighters looked incredibly strong. If I took a single hit from them, I'd be knocked out instantly. I kept scrolling and found a martial art that seemed perfect for Owl: Wrestling! It specialized in taking opponents down.

Owl, you should learn wrestling! When you bring him down, I'll take the chance to punch and kick. - I said excitedly.

Owl nodded, placing a hand on his chest seriously.

Yes, President!

And me? I needed a style that combined punches and kicks. Scrolling further, I found Kickboxing—a perfect blend of boxing and powerful kicks. I exclaimed:

I'm choosing Kickboxing! It's perfect!

Owl, after checking it out, cheered loudly.

This is awesome, President!

I grinned, my eyes shining with determination.

I want to create a space for the weak and unlucky to stand up for themselves!

A strong wind blew past, carrying our excitement with it. I reached my hand toward Owl. He clasped it tightly.

We're going to make this happen!

Owl nodded, gripping my hand firmly. Nothing could break our resolve now.