I have hated that child.

Enormously talented as a witch.
She have acquired a knowledge of witchcraft faster than anyone. She have held an insight to bring forth a spells which no one may find within a textbooks, and she had excelled at its arrangement likewise. The school teachers were at a loss as to what to teach her, in stead they have conversely begged her—a pupil of middle school—of lesson for them.
Such is not but merit of acuteness.
Upon her flights through the sky, she should made her arrive at the designated spot faster than anyone likewise. She was also exceeding anyone at perception of witchcraft.
Genius. Genius was a vocabulary that prepared for the sake of hers.
She was being whispered by surroundings, being lionised as the retrieval of the “Witch of Hajimari.”

I have hated her.
Afore I happened upon her, I was the one whom commend a genius, the one upon whom surroundings rested their gazes of esteem, she was an existence I did not wish to recognise. I had to deposit farther and farther an effort, so not to succumb to her.
Contrast in talents, however, was not filled by an effort.
I dared her often times, however each and every of them had ended in my defeat. I was far too powerless before the enormous force.
Nevertheless, what truly annoyed me have not been that she was a “Genius.”

“It was a fair match.”
“Wah—, Rino is amazing!”
“Thank you for the interview to-day as well.”
“It’s fun to compete against you, Rino.”
“When shall we dare next a time? to-morrow? the day after to-morrow?”

In such fashion, I was frustrated by her conversing peacefully and delightedly, without making so much as cutting remark in spite of achieving a victory. Be more proud, more scornful, more dignified. Why are you so amicable? If she were detestable, I could hate her. Her tender and amicable demeanour leaves me out of synch.

I could not loathe her, and loathed myself, who had given up elsewhere.

Thence, I desired to vanquish her at whatsoever cost.
Only upon her defeat may I grow a great witch, grow pleased with myself. So believed I.
The space between our forces, however, had its mere widening in the course of a middle school, and I have never drew a victory at no occasion.

I hate “Tsugu.”
And, without yielding to me for even once, upon she reached a high school,

her appearance had suddenly passed from my sight.

Passed without a harbinger.
Passed all too suddenly from out of my sight.

Vanishing of the genius had baffled teachers and a higher-ups round them. They sought frantically, however were ultimately unable to find her.
No thing and no one had known the roots. There have been rumours of this and that, however the truth is hitherto strange.

Upon elapsing three of a years, no one were to bring a subject in her regard any more.
The subject was seldom brought, “Aha, there was such a genius, eh;” “She was a terrific witch;” and “I miss her;” nevertheless she grew a person of the bygone.

However, I was different.

“I shall not allow you to escape as is—seizing a victory.”

I did not give up.
But kept pursue for her, kept seeking for her.

Whereafter, at last, I have made a discovery.

“Tsugu. This time, precisely, shall be my win.”

I have … her.