Yuri Tag 소설 & 이야기

Good, they know better than to show any sign of weakness. I stopped right in front of them, my eyes already assessing their physic. They were just four that stood out from thousands of fights that took place the past months. “Name and country.” The first one to step out was a tall but sturdy man that looked to be in his late twenties. His blonde hair was shaved to a buzz cut and had several tattoos that littered his skin. “Yuri, Russia.” The next man stepped out and he seemed to be a teenager at most nnineteen to twenty one years old with watchful eyes and long jet black hair that was tied in a low bun.

The two guys stationed outside my door straighten like soldiers, their heads dipping as they bow in unison. “Boss.” I brush past them without a word. I'm barely into my office before I shrug my jacket off and then I tumble into the leather chair. Suddenly, a soft knock sounds on my door. I pinch the bridge of my nose, already suspecting who's on the other side of my door. “Come in.” The door opens and in bounces—there’s no other word to describe the way he happily jumps into my office—Yuri. He's twenty-five, with blond curls and big blue eyes, a perpetual smile is permanently stuck on his face.

Dick chuckled and said, “You may choose first.” The remaining four highly-skilled master fighters looked at each other then a middle-aged man dressed in a white martial arts uniform with a sun tattooed on his back walked out. He smiled and said, “Since everyone is not in a rush to choose, I, Yuri Ward shall make a start then.” He was a Tier-1 master fighter whose figure was not considered burly. In fact, one could even describe him as being short and stout but his eyes were especially energized and his temples bulged out high. One could tell that he was a highly-skilled fighter at one glance.