I had a bully who always picked on me when we were talking through the city streets to go to a park for PE. That was in 7th or 8th grade. One day I had had enough of it. I turned on him in a rage, surprised the hell out of him, took him down, and pummeled him. He cried like a baby. That was the end of the bullying for me. Fortunately, we didn’t have to move to Japan.
LOL! But I know exactly what you mean.
A kid a year older than me used to pick at me, flicking my ear, throwing things at me. One day, I got on the bus and he tripped me. I just boiled over and leaped on him, swinging wildly with both fists simultaneously.
Kid never bothered me after that...it was a lesson learned, for sure.