The Next Prince, Chapter 2 pg2
The Next Prince, Chapter 2 pg2
The posture of Khanin made Tattanai almost entirely tense and annoyed. He heard Khanin murmuring to himself, and then Tattanai's attention was drawn to him. Khanin's father smiled before gently clearing his throat to bring Khanin back to reality and out of his reverie.
“And Nin, do you think it's true?”
The middle-aged man asked his son for his opinion, but Tattanai didn't want to lead the discussion. Although he couldn't help but feel grateful for the words of the other person, it seemed that someone had touched on a sensitive topic, causing Khanin to see his flaws more quickly.
“I don't know.”
“If you don't know, then you have to prove it.” Tattanai finished speaking and turned to place a water bottle down. He then reached for his mask again and put it on. He then lit the fire to tally the score for the previous set before the next match began.
“Do you remember the theory I taught you about the game?” The speaker stood up, ready to send the signal to Khanin's body to respond almost immediately.
“I will win against you, father.” The metallic voice spoke earnestly through the mask. The young man moved his left hand back and held the handle of his sword tightly, while his right hand grabbed the hilt of his sword, and he focused his gaze on his opponent. Yes, on the battlefield of the competition, they would have no family ties.
The young man was confident that if his variable was the left shoulder movement, then the game theory that his father had taught him would work.
Even though his opponent was his own father...
“I've heard you speak like this all along.” Tattanai said with a smirk. His demeanor helped to fuel the enthusiasm of the young people even more than before.
“This time I will definitely not lose.”
“Then prove it.”
The atmosphere in the rehearsal room became more relaxed. Khanin no longer showed any signs of anxiety. When the young man returned, he was focused and determined in his training.
In Tattanai's eyes, the little guy looked happy and completely unaware that his left shoulder, which used to be a problem, was now moving differently from before.
Tattanai smiled at the results of the necessary training that he had observed. Khanin was stubborn but not a stubborn child, and in practice, he was meticulous and unbelievable. He hesitated at times during swordplay, but was fierce when the time came.
All of his actions were in stark contrast to the loving face of the other side, like a positive and negative pole. The wild dog covered in sheepskin, Khanin, seemed to be a wild cat with sharp claws, but still wrapped in a soft rabbit fur.
The middle-aged swordsman's eyes glanced at the young man, recalling the time when Khanin was still small and had a habit of following his father everywhere. Whatever his father said, the little boy had heard it regularly. “Father can do it, I can do it.”
Paying attention from when he was young until now...”
“What can Father do, I can do...”
The little child who used to follow his father yesterday, today has grown bigger than before.
It's a pity that there isn't much time they have left to spend together... Tattanai only hope that in the next semester, this son will be able to be happy with something simple or at least think of him when he sees food that he used to complain about not liking every day.
Because he himself probably will miss Khanin a lot...
Even though it shouldn't even be thought about.
…
“Engarde.”
“Paet.”
“Allez.”
The signal from the referees sounded and both competitors immediately began to score points fiercely, in a way that no one was willing to concede to anyone.
The score counting signal continued to sound continuously until it reached a minute, during which the team that used red light to count points demonstrated superior skills by repeatedly thrusting and stabbing their opponent twice in a row, causing the victory to slip away in just a minute.
Nin, the representative of the red team, took off his metal mask and smiled towards the scoreboard before turning his body to hide his smiling face with courtesy. At the same time, he turned to respond to the friendly handshake of the competitor on the opposite side.
The young boy smiled and chatted with the green team in a fair manner, but in the next minute, the mood of the winner changed drastically back and forth, making it frightening.
The young boy gave a smile and talked with the green team in a fair manner before the emotions of the winner suddenly changed drastically to the point of being frightening.
The two-layered eyes hid in the focus points, the nerves and senses did not stop at the co-competitors. When there was a new goal that drew more attention from Khanin.
The lips, painted with a light color, suddenly curved into a charming smile, and the cute face became tense when the magnificent figure of someone appeared in the line of sight.
That man has come again...
Perhaps because today's bout was an internal competition for those who wanted to go on to compete at the city level, the club opened their doors for outside spectators to reserve seating areas as if it were the actual competition. The special round during the full moon was chaotic, but amidst the many people, Khanin's gaze stopped at someone... sharp.
The fair-skinned man with jet-black hair stood out and paired up with Nain's eyes.
The other party crossed his arms on his chest and looked down at the same position, almost like a repeated image from the day before. One thought that the other was just pretending to be still and silent, not moving and not separating, more persistent than a ghost. What happened next was... spooky, or maybe it required chanting to dispel it.
Khanin cursed another person in his heart. The young boy bowed his head and said goodbye to his co-competitor before separating from others. At first, he intended to remain indifferent, but his goal changed abruptly when he was disappointed.
The little figure removed his tight-fitting armor, stood still with his arms crossed, and faced the tall body owner with sharp, weapon-like eyes. They confronted each other, releasing a silence that was no different from a smallscale nerve war, which lasted almost three minutes until Khanin took the stage again.
“Did you come to see me?”
“...”
“Come on, don't want to answer, it's up to you.”
The young man shrugged, indifferent to whether or not Khanin cared to answer. He didn't care if the other party would come or go, or what the purpose was. But the main reason he came straight here was because he had something important to discuss.
In fact, it was more of a reconciliation attempt than anything else.
“...”
“I just came to... let you know that no matter what, I'm still number one in the club.”
“...”
“Even if in your eyes, my skills are inferior, in the eyes of the masses, and on the scoreboard, it's very clear that they're worth more than the words of an ordinary person... don't you think so?” Khanin smiled only with his lips, but didn't reach his eyes.
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