76 Old Aqueintance

His hands shook, cracks started to form on the crystal glass he held.

He could remember his young voice even now.

"I…I want to become just as strong as you!"

A young thin face smiled at him, framed by beautiful dark locks. "You can't, Yu kun."

"Why not?"

The little girl smiled and looked towards the setting sun. "I don't consider you my rival. Only my rivals can defeat me. And you are not my rival."

He had glared at her. "Am I not powerful enough?"

She laughed. "I only have one rival. My rival."

There was a softness to her voice, and a light blush on her cheeks.

Little Yu had known even back then, as dense as he was at 14, that the look Selafia had adorned on her face was something more the appreciation for a rival.

Little Yu's had shook as he tightened his wrists into a fists. "Who is he?"

Selafia blinked. "Huh?"

"Who is your so-called rival?"

"My rival?" she had a dazed smile on her face that she seemed to be unaware of.