The Next Prince, Chapter 1 pg2
The Next Prince, Chapter 1 pg2
Khanin walked out of the house and still had a heavy heart from his father's words. The young man walked quickly, shuffling his feet, towards Earl's Court Station, hoping that walking would help ease the anger in his heart.
Khanin thought that his father had a demeanor more suited for a military person than a writer, with his stern and orderly manner and the heavy tone he used when training in swordplay. It made him feel as though this father of his had been trained rigorously by a knight in the middle ages.
It was not surprising that none of his friends dared to come and play at his house, as each of them feared his father.
Khanin still remembered when Paul visited his house for the first time and his father ordered him to put on his training clothes because he saw that Paul's swordplay was not good enough. His father trained him so intensely that Paul was exhausted and didn't dare to come to his house again.
In addition, he also called his father a merciless training master in the writer's circle, telling everyone about it until now.
In reality, Tattanai's main profession was as a ghostwriter, working only for famous people. Most of his work was related to the biographies of athletes, which is why he didn't have much of his own work to show.
But that's the reason why his father still has to exercise and train hard regularly, because famous athletes prefer someone who takes care of their own body, rather than hiring a thin and weak writer to write their biography.
Khanin thinks that Tattanai is one of the most talented people. If he had not had an accident, he probably would not have had to entrust all his dreams and hopes to him. His son was very overborne.
Just follow the rules of the battalion. If he was still in his home country, born in Emmaly, he would probably have become a happy national team athlete.
He guessed that his father had already reconciled with this matter.
Although he lived his life like a father, raising one child to perfection till he was this grown.
The Next Prince Chapter 1 pg
Although Khanin never met his mother because she passed away when he was born, on the other hand, his father did a good job and never missed anything. Even if he was tough on him for everything, he could never deny that Tattanai was one of the best fathers.
His father loved him, like he loved his father. Although they never said “I love you” to each other, Khanin always felt the good hope that his father gave him with his sincerity.
Taking care of the house by keeping it clean and waking up to serve breakfast for everyone... um, even though it was food that he didn't really like.
Okay, it wasn't that bad with them...
Because he had always been with his father, Khanin was not far from the tree. He got almost everything that his father had and did.
His habit is to observe people's facial expressions and postures, partly because he learned it from fencing, which his father taught him.
The other party always says that this sport is not just about wielding a sword to stab or strike your opponent, but it is a sport used to train decisionmaking skills whether to attack or defend based on observing the postures of the opponent.
The precise speed of parrying the sword promptly is all due to having to use concentration to read the minds and read the movements of others until it becomes second nature.
It's like reading his own father's mind that no matter how hard it is, he always makes it easy for him.
Khanin thinks that all of this is a special ability.
He is good at reading the situation around him, especially people's facial expressions and the movements of living things around him, and because of this, that's why his journey to the Fencing Association this morning looked strange if more than usual...
He took two steps forward, then stopped, and then took two more steps and stopped again. He repeated this several times until he was sure that the sound of his own footsteps was followed by another sound.
‘The sound of thick-soled shoes is unmistakable.’
To make sure, the young man stopped and turned around again.
Khanin pretended to bend down and tie his own shoelaces, although nothing would come out, he relied on the moment of lowering his face to peek under his legs.
As expected, a pair of combat boots appeared. The owner of the boots stood still at a visible distance.
The young boy's heart was beating rapidly as if someone was shaking him.
Khanin swallowed the thick saliva, but despite the efforts of consciousness to wake him up, he chose to get up and stand naturally.
Pretending not to notice the presence of some people walking together, he took a long pause, tried not to see anything, and hurriedly walked into the Tube as soon as the train doors opened.
It had been almost a week since Khanin began to sense something abnormal around him.
Many times he felt that someone's gaze was fixed on him, but when he looked back, he could not find anyone suspicious. However, every time his survival instinct told him that the mysterious person was getting closer and closer until he could no longer trust anyone.
‘No matter what, today I must see the face of the person who has been following me.’
Khanin thought in his mind before slowly moving from the door aisle to the center of the bus.
He glanced cautiously at the reflections of people in the mirror before his eyes met with a suspicious person wearing a gray hoodie and a black cap that covered their face, standing behind him, leaning to the right side, less than three seats away.
Khanin locked eyes with that person, while the young boy on the other side read the gestures through the reflection of the Tube window. The person turned to the left and right suspiciously, and leaned toward Khanin, making him think of the old enemies who he had problem with.
The young man was searching for fragments of memory, wondering if he had ever had a problem with someone who had this kind of appearance, but his mind was blank. Khanin did not know many Asians, so he was confident that this person was not someone he knew for sure.
As soon as he thought that, the young boy closed his eyes, and Khanin took a deep breath before counting to ten, following the time he had calculated in his mind. Then...
“Hey, you kid there!”
Someone yelled loudly as Khanin bumped into him while running from the center of the bus to the door. Although he wanted to apologize, he did not have time. The only thing that mattered was the announcement from the stationmaster.
Khanin counted the steps he needed to run, then quickly jumped out of the bus in one swift motion, just as the sound of the door closing beeped.
Beep!
“Go-to-hell, you-fucking-pervert!”
Khanin turned around and spoke silently but emphasized his mouth movements clearly to the person in the gray hoodies who were fiercely huddling together in the pit.
The other party chased him but it was pointless as the train door had already closed. They were blocked from each other and the young man smiled, raising his middle finger to show a painful victory declaration to the people on the train, causing them to shuffle uncomfortably until they realized what to do. The train departed and the procession was over.
You idiot...
The young man stood and watched the train move away with joy. He quickly turned around, realizing that he would not be able to get away with traveling on the same route as before to meet someone at the next station.
The decision to change the mode of transportation to the fencing club by taking another train and walking a bit more was probably the best way out.
It's okay to waste a little time... but at least he can be confident that he will be safe from the stalker who has been lurking in his life lately for another day.
…
“Oh, that's why you were late.”
Upon arriving at the Fencing club, it took less than a minute to be scrubbed clean by Khanin's close friend. He had to explain the reason for his lateness and told Paul everything that had happened to relay it to others.
He certainly never disappoints... in terms of eloquence.
Therefore, when he walked out of the dressing room, everyone on the team had already noticed. Even the new kid standing in front of the digital scoreboard counting the score.
“I've talked about this enough.” Khanin, who was wearing a mesh mask, walked over to Paul and brushed his bangs aside, Angella turned around and saw him smile before quickly leaning away from the conversation to let him join in.
“So, you said someone was following you.” Paul, the blond-haired Englishman, turned to his little friend immediately. “What are you going to do about it? Will you report it to the police, just in case those guys are trafficking in human organs or something? Why do they do that kind of thing?”
Khanin smiled when he heard his close friend's last sentence and turned to see him smile like that. It was predictable that none of this was a big deal, but Paul was the type to overreact and blurt out nonsensical things.
“You talk too much, Paul. What can Nin possibly have for the stalker? Even though he's cute, you should help us check the content of our photos, that's it.
His brain is just this small.”
Alex, a half-Chinese, half-Englishman holding an Epee, pretended to show his small items to his friends.
“Moreover, having a foul mouth like his - anyone can kidnap him, but it's a burden. I sympathize with those who want to kidnap him, my friend.”
“Hey, calm down, friend. You must have forgotten who the captain of our team is - be careful not to get kicked mid-air with that kind of talk.”...
Khanin, the team captain, raised his saber and tapped his Asian friend on the chest. When he heard this, Alex raised his hand and pretended to surrender, not taking it seriously. It was an act that made their friends and the new kid in the neighborhood laugh.
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