Long Mian (Ao Bing)/Side Tale 2

===Mr Nice Guy===
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Mr Nice Guy
Old Kush City. Near the Withering Miracle.
The Shadow Decree exploration team is getting ready for another sweep near the Old Kush City, despite the hot and dry weather.
: (It's unbelievably hot... I wouldn't put myself through this torture if we didn't need that extra specimen.)
Long Mian. Ao Bing. Shadow Guard, Taxidermy Enthusiast, Miramon Enthusiast.
: (Hopefully I can add a few more beautiful Miramon today...)
: !!!
Long Mian's attention is diverted by a small, thin-looking Miramon out of the corner of his eye.
: What an exciting variant. A desert Miramon. Excellent!
Long Mian springs into action. His body is quickly surrounded by his supercharged Esper aura as he prepares to freeze his prey in its tracks.
Just as he is about to freeze it, another, hulking presence pops up over his shoulder.
: Hah! No one is going to beat my Miramon kill count today!
Freddy. Fenrir. Shadow Guard.
The Miramon smashes into the ground with a big thump. It's mortally wounded. The light soon fades from its eyes as it disappears into the ether.
: ...
: Freddy, that was mine.
: Ha! I didn't see your name on it! If it really was yours, why did you go so slow?
: Go to the other side of the city. Don't get in my way when I'm collecting specimens.
: Who do you think you're talking to? There are more Miramon here. Why don't you go over that way? You wanna fight over it?
: Ha.
Without further ado, Long Mian descends upon Freddy and the pair start fighting.
The battle rages for the better part of two hours. By then, both parties are tired and drenched in seat, but neither can gain the decisive upper hand.
: (I've never gone on mission with this one before... I didn't take him for this much of a fighter.)
: (This heat is doing me no favors. We've got to finish this up soon...)
: Alright, Freddy. You win.
Freddy is a little surprised at first, but then can't contain his grin.
: Haha! So you admit it! I'm stronger.
: You're stronger. I admit it.
: But, anyway, I've finally figured out why you never seem to wipe out as many Miramon as I can.
: ???
: Do you remember how many Miramon we each defeated? How many did you defeat?
: About 20.
: No, 24.
: What? No! I kept count.
: I was with you the whole time. You moved whenever I was going for it. I don't forget a thing like that.
Under Long Mian's resolute gaze, Freddy tries as hard as possible to recall each Miramon he's defeated. However...
: Hey, so how many do you think it was?
Dart-Holding Goon: Eh? Boss, I can't quite remember, I think it was... 24...?
Club-Wielding Goon: But, boss... why do I have 22?
: That's why you're not number one.
: I remember! Because I encase each Miramon in ice, which gives me a clear final tally.
: (Something's going on here... but I guess it make sense.)
: Mm. OK. How about we try a different method?
Freddy turns around and issues some orders to his subordinates.
: Let's lock these Miramon off into their own pen and then wipe them out after we've done a tally.
Dart-Holding Goon: Boss, how are we supposed to pen them in? We're not Long Mian, we can't just freeze them.
: Easy. Dig a hole.
One hour later and Freddy is eyeing a large pit full of Miramon. He smiles with joy.
: Let me count them... Two, four, six...
Dart-Holding Goon: Boss, we've got 36 here!
Club-Wielding Goon: You're incredible, boss! 36 Miramon in just one hour!
: Ha ha ha! I am the best.
: (There's no way you could've trapped that many without me secretly helping you...)
: What do you think?
: Hey, Long Mian, it's not bad. I gotta give you that.
: Thank you, Long Mian?
Long Mian eyes the Miramon trapped in the pit and then turns to Freddy.
: Ah, of course! Or... Shall I give you a few of them?
Long Mian smiles. He's been waiting for this moment.
: Thank you.
Long Mian makes his way to the pit and picks up those Miramon he had already selected some time ago.
: (This saves me from dealing with the rest of the Miramon and I still get my hands on these elegant samples. Not bad.)
: These five.
A gush of cold air rolls past them. In a heartbeat, all the Miramon have turned into ice scultupres.
Long Mian indicates to this subordinates to start moving the five selected Miramon. He heads back to base without looking back.
Dart-Holding Goon: Boss, aren't you gonna stop Long Mian from taking our Miramon?
: Don't be short-sighted.
: No one's going to question who kills the most Miramon now!
: What do I care for five measly Miramon? Just give them to him. He can have 'em.
Dart-Holding Goon: You're so smart, boss!
: And... he was pretty polite about it too. Those were the worst of the lot.
: He's a good guy, this Long Mian.