The Girl Who Declared War Over a Sunflower
"This brat stole my sunflower. I'll definitely beat him to tears today!"
The boy rubbed his aching shoulder.
His face was already red, and his eyes were beginning to water.
He was clearly scared.
But fear wasn't enough to make him swallow his pride.
He glared at Shasa and shouted,
"You're the brat! Your entire family are brats!"
His voice trembled as he said it.
He was several years older than Shasa.
Yet somehow, the situation had completely turned against him.
He couldn't beat her.
He couldn't even get away from her.
And still, he refused to lose the argument.
Shasa's eyes widened.
For a moment, she simply stared at him.
Then her expression darkened.
She planted both hands firmly on her hips.
"Hmph! The old Hermit said that anyone who can't defeat me is a brat."
She lifted her chin.
"You couldn't even withstand one punch from me. If you're not a brat, then what are you?"
The boy's face immediately crumpled.
"Wuwu…"
