Novel & Cerita Younger Man

The young man’s face was stained with blood, but he did not seem injured. He looked cool and handsome. An older man stood across from the young man. The former clutched his stomach as if trying to stop the blood from flowing. The older man looked at the young man solemnly and said, “Thank you for not killing me. Please excuse me.” The older man left after losing the fight without displaying any anger or staying around to mess with others. The audience cheered like crazed fans and chanted the young man’s name, “Fabian! Fabian!”

Subsequently, a young man in a white-colored robe walked out without any fear from the crowd. Immediately, all eyes were on the young man. He looked like he was around twenty-seven years old with decent-looking facial features. With a fan in his hand, the young man was looking extremely pretty and refreshing.

At this point, the man in his forties chose to address the others. "So..... what do you think of him?" When the senior man asked this, there was a slightly ambiguous tone in his voice but no one besides the woman in her mid-twenties with a cup of coffee in her hands noticed this. "He's only so-so. Are you really sure he's someone from our side and not just a really good fighter?" This was spoken by the youngest male in the group. This man had shoulder-length blonde hair that was tied up in a ponytail, light blue eyes, and an angular chin.

If his eyes could kill, this young fella would have been long dead. The young man ignore Klauss once more, preceded to read, and found bizarre words from the comment section. "Do you even understand the newly invented words made by millennials today?" The young man added and cast an incredulous stare at Mort. Mort looked at the young man who once they have found in the abandoned asylum had now grown up into a very fine handsome man. "Am I really that old?" Mort asked and cast a cold eye. "Yes." Straightforward, the young man answered.

His olive skin however seemed to belong to this environment. But he still looked awkward next to the younger man beside him. The younger man seemed to be in his late twenties. While the burly man seemed to be in his thirties. The younger man wore a white dress shirt, beige pants and brown shoes making him look all clean and fresh even as they were out in the desert. His pale white skin was quite rare in this climate. He looked occupied, reading the documents in his hands as they traveled in the air-conditioned car with tinted windows, shielding them from the hot climate outside of the car.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the center of the field. They saw a skinny young man in ragged clothes. He looked to be only eleven or twelve years old. He was thin and tanned. His ragged clothes barely covered his thin body, like a hundred-year-old cloth. His long hair was disheveled, and he had a stubborn expression on his face. He refused to step down and said, "Doesn't everyone have a chance to take the entrance examination of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect? Why don't you let me take the test?"

He asked in perplexity. "Soon!" The older man replied in smirk. Thw younger's man forehead formed a crease line in confusion. His eyes unmistakably fixed to the older man. Seeking for assurance for the certainty of the older man's word. Seeing the seriousness on his glee eyes, the younger man's doubt fade to nothingness. "Alright, if you said so. I don't want to fry, but you old man giving me creeps. Its as if you know greater things than anyone else."

Soon, a truck came into view, and turned into the driveway. They both stood up, and went towards them. They watched as two men got down from the truck. One of them was a short older man, while the other was a tall younger man with a funny looking mustache and beard. “Good morning.” The younger man said with a smile. His teeth were brown and scattered. “We saw your car, it’s in a real mess.” “Uh…yes.” Brad grinned. “I know that, sir.” “You’ll follow us back to the car and stay with us ‘til we finish up.” The older man said.

computers. “Damsel, you resemble a curious kitten. Is this your first time here?” an old man with a pot belly inquired, but I ignored him. He was a senior citizen who looked to be in his fifties. He should be at home caring for his grandchildren, but instead, he is flirting with a young adult who has only recently reached adulthood. “Yeah, it is my first time here,” I responded emotionlessly, and he seemed. He picked up a knife from the drink tray and repeatedly clicked it into his wine glass to draw the attention of the others present.

On the roof of a fifteen story building were two men, one younger and the other older. The younger man had his face hidden with a dark hood, but lifeless blue eyes peered out of the darkness. He had his arms folded, muscles bulging under his hood, his skin covered with scars, bullet holes, and tattoos. He had a handsome face, quite striking. But there was no emotion on that face. He watched the street below, the people who hurried about trying to get home before the storm came. The young man stood deathly still one would think he was a statue.