Ordinary Men の小説・ストーリー

“Miss.” I jolt when a man’s voice speaks. I twirl around to see a group of three middle-aged men approaching me. They look nothing like the freaks I saw at the market. They look like regular humans. They’re wearing rags for clothes, and dressed in tunics and boots, like they’re from the medieval ages. “Do you need some help?” The pale man in between the other two asks. I smell danger. “No, thanks, I’m fine.” I take a step back as they get close.

I didn't need to be told that he was the man in charge, Jojo's uncle. I tried to see if they looked alike but I could find no striking resemblance. Jojo was not as handsome as the man but then, both were heavily built. They looked tough as well. It ran in the family's blood. The man had several men behind him and they were dressed like normal workers. They had a brown shirt and shorts on. I could see that each of them had a sword in his sheath. They looked really strong as well. On a normal day, I would be scared since Jojo was the only one with me. If those men turned against us, I wouldn't escape safely. I was a good fighter but I couldn't stand against their numbers.

Hmmm "He's nothing, I can beat him in one hit." Damn, Dominic in trouble. I heard a lot of conversations among the men around me. They even underestimated Dominic. I don't know which man said that because there were more than 3 of them. From two directions to the left and right, they were in groups. On the left, there are 4 men and on the right, there are 3 men, they are all handsome wolves, I can smell them. "Hey, can we talk for a minute you're Esme right?" said the man in the middle on the right while the one on the left snorted harshly. Forced me and Dominic to stop our steps because of the interference of these males.

Most of them are men with only three women among them. This does not look good.

Therefore, it made him stand out from the crowd. There were three types of older men in the world. The first type were handsome men like Nathan who desperately refused to admit to their age. The second type were real men like the one before her, they had an imposing aura and a mature air around them. And lastly there were scumbags like Kyle who only fed instant noodles to their girlfriends for every meal! Nathan led Hilda over to the older man. The older man glanced at her without saying anything. Even so, his aura pressed down on her so much so that she could barely breathe.

They were greeting the two men who had stepped in from behind. These four men in suits were definitely not ordinary people! Everyone present felt the unprecedented pressure! That cold and dominant aura was too strong! Even Philip's eyelids jumped because he saw the shadows of Dragon Warriors on the four men in suits! No, to be precise, they were at the same level as the Dragon Warriors! Immediately following that. An elderly man in his 70s came in while relying on his walking cane with a smile on his face. He looked robust and was greeted by Jacob.

Real men didn’t prance around in a pair of shorts, kicking a ball. Real men rode horses. END OF BOOK SEVEN

He couldn't shake off the feeling of intrigue that he felt towards the old man's warning. *** The group of topless men stood around the huge tree. As the men vigorously wielded their cutlasses and hacked at the tree, their muscles rippled and bulged with each movement, showcasing their physical prowess. The effort they exerted caused their bodies to glisten with beads of sweat, trickling down their bare chests and backs. Their hands tightly gripped the handles of the cutlasses as they swung them with precision, each blow sending a resounding thud echoing through the forest. Their faces contorted with the intensity of their labor, sweat pouring down their foreheads and soaking their hair.

> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Three men, coming through the door in a loose formation that somehow managed to be neither hurried nor deliberate....just present, the way things that belonged somewhere were present. They were tall. They were dark-haired. They were dressed with the particular simplicity of people who didn't need clothing to do the work of making an impression. And they were identical.

They crackled their fists and glared at Don Santiago fiercely. Don Santiago furrowed his eyebrows, and swept his gaze over the seven burly men, that looked like bouncers in a club. His lips curled up “thrash” he mumbled, and shook his head pitifully. “Damn, bastard, you dare call us thrash, you will taste the brute of my fist” one of the burly men hollered angrily. The Old Man's face changed drastically, the seven burly men he gathered are all on the peak stage of physical strength and coupled with their bodybuilding, their combat skills should be more terrifying.