Little back story to his friend who I'll be introducing as a main character soon.

I think that fights are important. A "fight" is something in which your intentions run headlong into the intentions of the other person. I think that young people should definitely have at least one or two arguments that turn into fights. Teenagers especially should have them. 

If you have a fight in which you punch each other, there will be other people who have never been in a fight who don't know the extent of it, and will think that you're about to kill your friend. 

Because of this imbalance that people who look tough can be easily defeated, and those who don't seem strong are hard to beat, there are even cases where someone has died. I think that fighting without knowing this is a very frightening thing. 

My father taught me how to fight. I was taught that because people die, I definitely couldn't do that, and from an early age was taught to hit outside the area of the vital organs. "If you hit here, the person will die. If you hit here, the person will die. If you hit here, the person will die." When I came home from a fight crying, he would say over and over "If you're going to cry, then stop fighting." He taught me, "You fight to win." 

When I was young, I pretty much started fighting when I was playing. My siblings and I would play pro-wrestling, and I would play with my own friends and there were many times that the fights would turn serious before we knew it. 

The first time I seriously punched someone was when I was 10 years old. My opponent was 12. He was in a higher grade than me. 

"You're such a smart-a**," he said, and then he pushed me and punched me. 

From then on, I began to fight a lot. when I got into trouble, I would then punch the person. Fighting became an everyday occurance. 

When I was in middle school, I would get into fights with people from others schools to confirm who was the strongest one. It was usually people in my same year, the "cool" boys, who I would fight. I didn't quite know if it was because they wanted to test their own strength against me, or if they were just slow on the uptake, but I was 16 years old at the time, and fighting had become like a hobby to me. 

I maybe fought for a different reason than most people did. When I felt pain, I felt truly alive. 

That's why I never struck first. It was my pattern to let my opponent take the first shot, to punch first, to start the fight. 

Basically, fighting was not a part of me. I didn't like to get hurt. The people I fought didn't understand fighting in order to feel alive. There were only people who saw themselves as stronger than me. That was the rule I made inside of me. 

I only fought physically. When my intentions clashed with someone else, if it went in the way of the physical, we would have a fist fight. 

However, the thing I was most afraid of was being cornered by someone in a debate. For example, bullying. 

The scars from a violent fight will heal. But the scars on a heart that is in an emotional fight will continue to remain, in a large lump. 

Because of this, I much prefer fist fights. No matter if you win or lose, both of you will have scars, and though you feel mortified if you lose, afterwards, the two of you can talk. You can say to each other, "I was wrong." 

In the end, I wonder if violent fights are something that lead us to be able to apologize when that single world "I was wrong" is hard to say at other times. The two of you punch the lights out of each other, and then to confirm that you were both stupid, you say, "I was wrong" – "No, I was wrong," and maybe it's an opportunity for you to practice saying this. 

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However, bullying is different. Bullying is for the sake of cornering people. It's done in order to completely crush someone. 

I think that people who say that fighting is unconditionally bad don't understand. Is it a fight that you or your opponent have in order to understand each other, or is it a fight where your opponent bullies you? There is a great difference between the two. 

Of course, it's possible that it's true what they say, that violence is not necessary. However, I think this is something said by people who have had the experience of fighting and then become adults. It is different when people, in spite of the fact that they have never had a fight, idealistically say "Fighting is bad. Fist fights are meaningless." 

In the midst of fear, there are emotions of restraint with which we weave through that fear, and also emotions that search for freedom. In the process of defending your tiny slice of turf and the small amount of freedom that you confront with all your might, if you say things like "This is such a small matter," "It's a foolish thing," and "It doesn't matter what you do," if you experience it and feel it and then don't feel that fighting has any meaning, then you are just stupid. 

However, those who really can't be helped are those people that hear from others "That's bad" and "That's good" and make their decisions based on that; I am really wary of those kinds of people. 

So what then? I think. People who cannot fight, people who have never fought… 

I have only lost a fight once. 

He was a great guy. We just happened to be playing at something like pro wrestling, and then he suddenly started doing the real thing. I didn't think that I would lose. He was said to be the strongest guy at school, but I didn't think he would be this strong. It was the first time I understood what it meant to not be able to move my hands or feet. 

Because we were able to stop in the middle, I thought to myself that it wasn't a true match. From then on, I began to train secretly. It was in order to beat him. My mortification did not disappear. 

However, because he was a good guy, there was no reason to fight after that. He never said "come fight me." I trained with the thought that if that day ever did come, I would be ready, but before that happened, I had a chance to face him as partners in the dojo in karate. 

At that time, I thought, he's a genius! He was a genius of fighting. 

He was smaller than me and weaker. But his power of expression was completely different. His attack was much more than I ever imagined, and I can't even write it down. He was not only a reflection of me; I can't even write about the traps he laid. His power of judgment was also very high. We were on entirely different levels. 

That was the greatest lesson I have had in my life. 

You won't win simply because you are powerful. It's your way of thinking about everything. I couldn't overcome his way of thinking! 

I wonder what that guy is doing now. Even now, I think about it. I would like to fight him one more time.

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Hoped you guys enjoyed this little side story the friend will come into play later.