The Next Prince, Chapter 2 pg3
The Next Prince, Chapter 2 pg3
If the sentence of the opposite party who had been storing the pain before is still very painful. This time, Khanin himself has equally fiery words. The young man stared resentfully at the unfamiliar person, intending to provoke his emotions under the mask of a smile.
“Oh, but anyway, I have to come and thank you. Thank you for helping me learn, even though it was a lesson I didn't ask for. Thank you very much...”
“...”
“But you don't have to next time.”
Being talked at like this? If it were someone else, they would have probably stood up and started fighting back at this point. However, the man in front managed to maintain his calm and composure well. Excellent. Only the corners of his mouth twitched slowly when the tall figure rose to stand up.
His black eyes dropped down when their height clearly indicated the distance between them. Khanin accidentally took a step back, his hands hanging in the middle of the automatic air. At the moment when the other person stepped closer to him, almost close enough to touch, he noticed the faint fragrance... from the mysterious person's body.
“You know, besides the shoulder twitch, when you back up, you like to drag your feet...”
“...”
“You might lose points if you meet someone better than these guys.”
“So what about me now...”
“Being number one now doesn't mean you will always be number one.”
…
“I freaking hate that medics guy.”
“Why are you going to hate him, Nin? Didn't you say yourself that he warned you about everything you could improve?”
Paul leaned over and whispered, sending a plate of beautiful rice to the English boy. The boy naturally turned to order fish sauce with chili from the waiter before turning to gently bump Khanin's shoulder. When he saw that he still didn't seem to be in a better mood.
It had been almost an hour, but Khanin still couldn't manage to calm his feelings. Perhaps because he knew deep down that those words were true, the anger in his chest could not be easily dismissed, even though he sat amidst the sound of laughter from his teammates. But his mood and thoughts were as cloudy as the sky with rain clouds.
If someone is to blame, it's only that stone statue.
“The doctor's words are nerve-racking.”
Khanin turned to pick up a glass of water to calm his heated emotions. He was sitting in a Thai restaurant in the Soho district, a restaurant known for its strong flavor and the same restaurant that Paul had recommended or suggested he treating them in celebration of winning the competition in just three bouts.
“Okay, I didn't think you would think too much about it normally.”
“But this time it's not normal.”
“What do you mean?” asked the mouth, while the eyes were fixated on the various dishes that the three restaurant staff were serving to Khanin. The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became, heavier than before.
“Because my father agrees with what that doctor recommends.”
It's not that Khanin doesn't accept his own mistakes and flaws, but the reason for his current annoyance is because the words of someone who dislikes him are supported by the person he trusts the most, his father.
“Is it your father? That's even better, your father is super clever.” Alex sitting next to him blurted out his opinion, after sitting quietly listening for a long time.
“...”
“When your father recommended to Paul, Paul improved significantly, don't you remember? Otherwise, we wouldn't have a chance to sit here and enjoy this meal together.”
“True, I agree with Alex, that doctor might be really good... I mean, having someone criticize you is not necessarily a bad thing, is it?”
At this point, his friends seemed to change their attitude and move back to his side, so he was surprised until he held his breath, suppressing all the turmoil inside before responding casually.
“Hey, you're half-Emmaly's child, right, Nin?” Someone spoke up as the food was almost half gone. Khanin withdrew his gaze from the orange-colored curry that had a strong taste and turned his attention to the question from his teammate.
“Why?”
“My friend asked me if it's true that in their country, children practice sword fighting every day, and they can already handle a sword better than a fork at the age of three.”
“Oh, I heard that in that country, when they select a new king, their grandchildren have to compete in sword fighting . It's one of the tests. I saw a short video clip on YouTube many years ago.”
Another person spoke up. As the noise level in the shop was quite high, Khanin was not sure whose words they were.
“No way... People from this country always make it to the finals in the
Olympics. They are talented, and so are their fathers.”
The latest sentence was spoken by Kevin, a blue-eyed foreigner. On the other side of the conversation, someone from another country was speaking very enthusiastically, making Khanin turn his attention to the topic.
“I don't know about others, but my father makes me practice sword fighting every day.” The boy shrugged and laughed a little, thinking of his father's order to practice sword fighting as an important aspect of life that
Khanin could not ignore. His dad said it is “It's in their bloodline.”
As for the previous questions, Khanin couldn't answer. He was born and raised in England, and has never been to Emmaly before. If there was anything to answer, it would have to be based on the strength of his father throughout his life...
Khanin himself assumes that what his friends say is probably true.
Maybe Emmaly trains children to handle swords from birth... Swords before forks...
In fact, when it comes to intensity, his father was not the type who only focused on sword training, but there were many other areas of knowledge that Khanin was also pushed to excel in.
For example, learning to play piano, singing, social studies, economics, and there were also other languages that his friends might not expect him to learn, such as Thai, Chinese, Spanish, and Arabic.
Paul was not surprised that he studied a lot and wondered why he had no time to find a girlfriend. Let's not talk about love. Just having free time to enjoy life was rare. Khanin's life seemed to be scheduled by his father. Even though his father did not pressure him to the point of making him hate studying, his freedom and childhood were not carried out as other children should have.
Many times, Khanin asked himself questions, and many times, he asked questions to the universe.
The young man did not understand why one person had to specialize in everything, but that was because his father was not like anyone else. The answer he received was not much different from a math exam.
The questions were difficult and required a high level of understanding. Tattanai was always like that, sowing seeds, waiting, and watching until he could bloom on his own.
“I train you to be a real swordsman, but sword fighting is a finite game. The game ends within a set time frame. So what should you consider?”
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