Cringeworthy Boyhood

Far away into the Garavelo’s vicinage a myth of a 12 years old boy being a fearless kung fu master emerged. The “myth” started with a rumor in a friend’s circle spreading around. The boy was so cunning he wouldn’t even strike only one blow from the so called chinese millenar art, would make his opponets give up and many times running away from the mat.

Many fights were won with a few showing of katis – a one person combat simulation very practiced in chinese martial art – that alone, closed wrists, strong base, foot in attack mode, determined look and a few soft moviments, yet, really strong in its own purpose, would leave your rival on the other side of ring worried with what would come afterwards.

Something never seen in a street fight before. It would usually start with a insult or even something like an unresolved problem that started in the soccer fiel dor at school. Both paired with each other, while one of them removed their dirt flip flops in a stealthy mode throwing it in the opponents direction, done, was enough reason for everyone to understand that a fight was about to happen. Two shirtless oponente, closed wrists and walking in circles waiting for one of them to get “started”.

The fight that end up in the Kung Fu dust myth, as they say, had started in a arcade. A certain Carlúcio felt harmed in a game, when he lost five chips to a boy with asian looks in a few minutes. When the japanese left, he was confronted by Carlúcio, that quickly came and threw his flip flops in the japonese direction wich stopped the movement with only one feet.

That one quick way to stop those flip flops that came flying in circles on that dust street made by a average hight boy, would be enough to leave Carlúcio suspicious that that one person was no poor baby that he used to humiliate in the arcades.