Original: CEO ft Enice
The Sword is a Symbol of desiciveness meaning the power of judgement law enforcement is a weapon to decide the fate of others
Therefore, the sword in Lady Justice's hand is one that is sharp on both sides. It's called a double - edged sword.
it is a Symbol of law that can punish the guilty and protect the innocent at the same time.
But even then, that power could cause justice or injustice at all. If the wielder of the sword hadn't weighed the evidence and looked straight forward the sword must always be below the scale. To show that-'
The gentle voice of a female voice actor from a documentary sword of justice On the iPad, it continues even if the player doesn't pay attention to it.
The small and slender figure in the medium-sized bedroom was still paying attention to the favorite saber in hand.
He slowly wiped it away. Contemplating with fascination is elongated shape and hand-fitting handle, the sword was then put in a cloth sheath before stowing it into a bag with the brand-new gloves that it had just received yesterday evening.
Kanin turned to close the documentary and stood up to his full height. The young man grabbed his trusty black backpack, which contained equipment for the sport of fencing, and slung it over his shoulder.
He had to leave early today because there was a training appointment for the new guys at the fencing club. Therefore, it has to be slightly rushed than usual.
The young man stepped out of the bedroom. Just as he was about to close the door, the double eyelids that hid inside stopped to sweep. 'my own pride' lined up on the floor
Kanin's room is filled with various kinds of swords obtained from winning bets with friends. He looked at it with proud eyes. Before closing the door and stomping down the stairs in a good mood
You came five minutes later than the agreed time. Next tune will be improve as well.
Kanin's feet froze as soon as the heard a solemn voice from someone else. Which another person said that was his own father Tatdanai
"Yes sir, I'm aware of that"
Kanin shrugged. The boy dropped down in front of the dining table, ignoring his father, who was standing in front of the stove.
He picked up the phone and pressed to read the message from Paul, a close friend in the Sword Sword Association that Text has come to each other since morning. But still not able to type anything to his reply His Father's breakfast had also been placed in front of him.
"Father told me. If staying in the house, use our language, "Tatdanai said in a stern voice. Kanin's father still had a calm expression as usual.
Our language, the young man just listened and laughed in his heart. The language that is said to be Emma's language
Because his father was from a small country in Southeast Asia called Emmaly.
Tatdanai is a native of that place, bring and growing up, and had many ties to that country. But Kanin doesn't... He was born and raised in England.
I don't know how my father could say that it was in 'our' language. Since his father said that he was born and raised here so his language should be English, not Emma.
How can Kanin went to retort? But when secretly observing his father's mood, he saw the tension on the other's face. The youth decided to ignore it and keep those words in his heart.
"Khai Soi again?" Kanin muttered instead to the food in front of him. He uses a fork to stir up the noodles in the coconut milk curry soup that is drizzled with orange chilli oil. Rolled up the yellow line and frowned at the father who had just sat down the opposite side.
"Father knows that Nin doesn't like Khao Sai because it gets soiled on his clothes."
The young boy thought of himself eating his Father's soy sauce until the noodles splashed with water on his shirt... It was messy.
In fact. He doesn't like all kinds of noodles. Because every time Kanin eats, there will always be a problem with his clothes being soiled with soup or sauce. Everyone knows that and always tries to avoid it, but his father seems to be an exception.
Dad, besides never avoiding things that the child doesn't like, also likes to serve Noodles every morning.
"Learn to get used to it. You can eat it so it doesn't get dirty," Tatdanai replied in a far voice. He narrowed his eyes at his son, using a fork to eat national food instead of chopsticks as he had been taught. "Get used to using chopsticks as a spoon. You can't use a fork to eat everything like you've been here forever, Nin."
"Sigh." Kanin sighed and turned his mouth down when he heard his father say that.
The youth knew that arguing was useless
If he argued with his father, he would automatically repeat the same Story like a programmed robot. Thinking of that, he took the fork out of the cup and turned around to pick up the chopsticks by his and, put a few bites into his mouth, then drank water and immediately rose to his feet.
"Just eat this, I'm full"
"Umm." Tatdanai lifted the coffee mug and took a sip. He pretended not to notice his son's dissatisfaction, which was so obvious every time he heard him complain.
Child side seeing his father acting carelessly, he turned and grabbed the backpack and slung it on his shoulder.
Kanin was about to walk out of the dining room behind someone older than him. But it's not too late to move your legs anywhere. Softness eats the heart. Until finally having to agree to become a reconciliation of his father again because he could not stand it
If we weren't going to talk to each other just because he didn't use chopsticks to eat soy rice, this time he would allow it again.
"Then... Go ahead, father."
Kanin spoke softly to his wide back, looking from this angle as if Tatdanai had no interest in reconciling his son at all. The tall man wearing a light blue apron didn't even look back.
Kanin's father calmly put down the coffee cup. Then let out a solemn voice.
"Don't forget we have rehearsal - tonight, don't be late."
The two eyes drooped wide open. From the thought of taking a quiet step out of here, Kanin immediately stepped back.
"But Nin is going to practice at the club. So what are you going to rehearse at night, father? Why did we talk about giving Nin some time to play?"
The association that Kanin refers to is the Fencing Association.
And when he spoke to his father about training is to practice international fencing in the form of sports Fencing
Sport that his father dreamed of wanting to represent his own country, but could not because of an accident as a young man, had to abandon his dream and accept another job offer and move himself to England and enter the mainstream settle untuk there is a horn here...
"Dad has changed his mind. Training like that and training like 'ours' are not the same."
Subjectively press the low tone. He emphasized the sound of the word 'our' especially.
"Father, what are you clinging to? Isn't it satisfying father to bring one of the first place in the guild?"
"It's not enough, come and practice tonight - You still have a lot of loopholes that I have to point out." At the end of Kham Tatdanai, he raised the cup of coffee to his lips again.
The middle-aged man showed his son that he was not interested in kanin's objection. His orders must be absolute. It is a decree that Kanin cannot refuse.
"Then whatever you want, father. Father wants me to do whatever Nin will do. Anyway, Nin must be grateful because Nin is with Asian Parent."
The childish sarcasm of only one son rang out as the door slammed shut. Bang!
For many minutes, Tatdanai remained silent like that. The eyes that had been indifferent became trembling, the eyes that had been fixed out of the window changed direction to the bowl of Khao SOI. The bowl of food that the son had eaten was left behind.
For many minutes, Tatdanai remained silent like that. The eyes that had been indifferent became trembling. The eyes that had been fixed out of the window changed direction to the bowl of Khao Soi. The bowl of food that the son had eaten was left behind.
The middle-aged man let out a heavy sigh and reached for the bowl of food, walked towards the sink. Quench the distractions that are abundant in the brain to fade away
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Kanin walked out of the house already. He was still annoyed by what his father could not say. The young man shuffled hurriedly into Earl's Court Station, hoping that the exertion of walking would ease some of his frustration.
Kanin though his father looked more like a military man than a writer. With a solemn look orderliness and a firm voice that likes to accidentally use it against him when practicing swordsmanship it gives the feeling of being trained hard by medieval knight's Master.
It is not surprising at all that those friends will not dare to play at home, everyone is afraid of his father.
Kanin still remembers when Paul visited his house for the first time. It was ordered by his father to get up and put on the suit for the rehearsal. Because he saw that the other party still wielded a sword that wasn't as beautiful as he expected so my father volunteered to be a trainer for me. So strict that Paul was exhausted. Porridge water. Don't dare to come home again
Also dubbed his father as the most brutal trainer in the writer's stain. Take it and tell it to the people in the club until it's notorious to this day.
Tatdanai's main occupation was actually a shadow writer. Only works for celebrities most of the works that I specialize in are autobiographical genres of athletes. Therefore not having much work
But that's why his father always exercised and trained hard. Because those famous athletes like people who take care of their bodies. Rather than hiding an emaciated writer to write your own biography?
Kanin thinks that Tatdanai is a very talented person. If it hadn't been for an accident, he wouldn't have had to leave all his dreams and hopes with him. The overbearing son
To be honest, the stalk unit is like the father. If you are still in your home country of Emmaly would have been an athlete for the national team as satisfied
He Guessed that His father must have dealt with this a long time ago. To be able to live the life of a widowed father so perfectly
Although Kanin had never met his mother's face. Because she died when he was born but the other party did his father's duty very well, never lacking. Even if he was strict with him, everything would go wrong. But I cannot deny that Tatdanai is a very good father.
Father loves him as he loved father. Even if we never say we love each other once but Kanin could feel the good intentions that his father had always given him with sincerity.
Both attentive and always keeping the house clean both waking up and making food to serve each other every morning...
well. It's the food that he doesn't really like to eat.
Okay, it's not that bad...
Because he had been with his father all along, Kanin was a fruit that feel not far from the tree. Everything a father is everything dad does he got almost all of them.
Both the habit of observing the facial expressions of people partly because of accustomed to playing Fencing sport that his father had taught him.
The other side always said that this sport is not just how to use a sword to stab or hit the opponent. But it it's a sport used to practice deciding whether to attack or defend by observing the opponent's posture.
Accurate sensitivity defending the sword in a timely manner all requires concentration, practice of reading minds and mastering other people's movements.
It was as I'f he could read his father how hard he would be against each other. But his father was always gentle with him.
Kanin thinks all of these are special abilities.
He is good at reading the situation around him. Especially the facial expressions of the people and the movements of the surrounding creatures. And for this reason this morning's trip to the Fending Club seemed quite unusual...
His slender legs took two steps forward and stooped. Then he took another two steps and stopped. Repeating this process until he was confident that the sound of his own footsteps was heard. It pushed another sound behind it as well.
'The sound of a type of shoe with a thick soles is definitely not wrong.'
To be sure, the young man suddenly stopped walking again.
Kanin pretended to bend down to the his shoelaces even though nothing came off. He relies on the moment he lowered his head to look under his legs.
And then as expected a pair of combat boots appeared. The owner of the shoes stood still, not far away, in line of sight.
The boy's heart was pounding as if someone was shaking him.
Kanin swallowed the sticky saliva down his throat. But his Will consciousness push us to stay awake? He still chose to stand up naturally.
Pretending not to know the existence of someone who had been following him for a while. Trying to pretend not to notice anything, he accelerated his footsteps towards tube as soon as the train door opened.
It's been almost a week since Kanin felt something unusual around him.
Many times he felt that his eyes were fixed on himself. But when looking for the source, there was no suspicious person found. But every time, his survival instincts told him that the mysterious figure was getting closer and closer, so close that he could no longer be trusted.
'No matter what, today i have to see the face of the person following me.'
Kanin thought in his mind before slowly moving from the door row to the center of the bogeys.
He glanced cautiously at the shadows of the people in the mirror. His eyes met with a suspicious figure wearing a gray hood and a black hooded mask standing behind him. Intended to the right, less then three seats.
Kanin locked the target to that man. The boy read the other's expression through the shadow of the tube's window reflected in his eyes. The suspect turned left and right. He also leaned flatly towards him, reminiscent of those old does who had trouble with him.
Young people try to search in fragments of memories. He was pondering whether he had ever had a problem with someone who had such a trait. But in the head is empty Kanin doesn't know anyone who is Asian. Therefore, he was Suee that this person was definitely not someone he knew.
Thinking of that, the young man closed his eyes. Kanin took a deep breath from the bottom of his lungs. Before counting from one to ten in his mind according to the rough calculation of the time, and then...
"Hey, this bad boy!"
Someone cursed loudly when Kanin slammed him on the shoulder ad he ran from the middle of the bogeys to the door. No matter how he wanted to apologize, he didn't have time at this moment. Only the announcement from the station master was important.
Kanin counted down, he calculated the number of steps he needed to run in time. And immediately jumped out of the convoy at the same time as the door closing alarm sounded
Wad!
"Go-die-fuck-fuck you psycho."
Kanin suddenly turned around and spoke silently but emphasized the shape of his mouth clearly at the person in the gray hood who had fallen into each other hard.
The other party chased after him, but it was useless. The train doors closed and blocked them from each other. Young boy smiling showing the middle finger to show a stinging victory to the people in the train can only be furious. Before he knew what to do. The train had moved away.
Fool...
The young man stood and watched the train move away with satisfaction. He hurriedly turned around thinking that it wouldn't make sense to go the same route. In order to let someone wait to hit his head in the next station
Deciding to change the way to the fencing club by a different train line and relying on waking a bit more us probably the best solution.
Well, it's a bit of a waste of time... But at least I can be sure that I'm safe from the stalkers that have come around in his life for another day.
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"Oh, that's why Nin was late."
Arriving at the Fencing Club, it wasn't even a good minute when he was purified and cleaned by a close friend. Kanin had to tell Paul the reason for being late, so he told Paul the whole story that he had found to tell the others again.
Of course it never disappoints...in terms of blandness.
So when walking out of the changing room, it turned out that everyone in the team knew it. Not even a new kid standing in front of the digital box counting the score.
"Where did the story go?" Kanin, who hugged the metal mesh mask, raised his eyebrows towards Paul. Angela Turned to see First. She hurriedly deviated from the discussion group allow him to enter the group.
"Tell me that you're followed-" said Paul. The golden-haired Englishmen immediately turned to his little friend. "So what are you going to do now? Thinking about reporting to the police? In case those bastards are organ-trafficking kidnappers. Why are you making that face?"
Kanin smiled when he heard the last sentence said by his best friend. Others, when they turned to see him smile like that it was assumed that all of that was no big deal. It's just Paul, it's the kind of over-anxiety that makes nonsense come out again.
"You keep talking, Paul. What would a person like Nin have to bring? Although it looks cute but you can look at the message of our friend
Alex, half Sino-British, holds a handcrafted epe Sword as if showing off a tiny little object. "Plus a mouthful like it- whoever takes it will only be a burden. Have sympathy for the person who wants to kidnap him, my friend."
"Hey, it's a bit too much, my friend. You must have forgotten who our captain is - be careful not to be fired in mid-ait." The team's captain, Kanin, raised his saber and touched his Asian friends chest. Which, upon meeting that, Alex raised his hand to make a surrender gesture without seriousness, an act that brought laughter to his friends and newcomers around the area as well
"By the way, it's not the first time my friend has been followed. At least there's one other bastard..." Alex took advantage of the moment his friends blurted out their laughter and nodded towards the audience.
A half -boy looked at a man who sat on his hand on his lap, looked down at them with a smooth expression, not indicating emotions. before turning to cover his mouth and speaking in a low voice " that guy... Come and look at our team's training schedule every tune Ainin's name enters the competition. I'd say if it wasn't for scouts Probably one of those people who likes Nin, that's not wrong."
"How can it be? That bastard never came down to talk to me once," Kanin commented. The boy looked up to the person Alex had said. He froze slightly when he saw that another person was already looking towards each other.
The distance that is not too far allows Kanin to see that guy clearly.
Talk and big, the facial features that anyone sees must be classified as children of God.
No matter how many times I look at it, I can't deny that person is a very good-looking man... Even if he's Asian, but his height can be roughly measured from his eyes. Probably about ten centimeters further than him.
Plus, the limbs are enviable enough that a simple sitting pose looks more like a celebrity waiting for a photo shoot rather than watching them train their swords every day.
Kanin stared at him, considering his raven black hair cut short in fashion. Thick and black eyebrows matched with a slender, oval-shaped face that fit perfectly with the prominent nose. Lastly, the most attractive part of the body.... Those sharp eyes looked like the eyes of an eagle watching it's prey.
All of the above is under the black and white color scheme. The other party was like that every time he appeared.
Kanin has never seen this person dressed in other tones once. Two-thirds of them are mostly in black or white turtlenecks. Switching back and forth as if it were worn in a few ways but can't deny that the dress that the other party chooses the more it drove this man to look like a noble royal family. Including postures, various gestures, elements that mold
Looks like he's not an ordinary person...
Kanin still doesn't know the purpose. He didn't understand at all why this person would come to see each other so much. Even if the mouth refuses but he couldn't help but think that what Alex said might be part of the truth.
Does this guy really like him?
Damn, he's not the kind of guy that smells like that
And if you don't like it, why would you sit and watch each other?
There are many questions that remain in my mind. And of course, it greatly aroused Kanin curiosity.
Well... One his unsolvable disadvantages is that he is an answer seeker. If nothing comes to mind, it's a type that doesn't think too much. But if you try to make it suspicious no matter what, a reasonable answer will be found.
How do you call it? It was something that his father had trained him from birth. It's an instinct part of the body, something like that...
"I'm going to talk to that guy. Ask me about it. There Will be nothing to hold back."
Without waiting for someone to open their mouth to ask as fast as he thought, Kanin turned to pass the saber to a friend named Paul to help carry. And then walked towards the person speaking with an energetic manner
Kanin's every movement was in the eyes of Charan. The young man moved slightly, preparing himself for what was about to happen. Seeing that the target that he had been looking at all along was coming towards him with determination in his eyes.
Like a tiny cat staring at a big fish in a wide lake...
Now it's the right time...Charan himself has waited for this day for a long time. The young man ahs many words who want to talk to Kanin. Just the other party listens.
"Did you come to see me?"
The sweet voice of a thin person opened the conversation as soon as he sat down. Kanin immediately raised the issue of shooting questions at the stranger in English. The reason is because he still doesn't know what language this man mainly uses. His slender hands crossed this arms and raised his eyebrows slightly at the stranger. Seeing that the tall people were just looking at each other still. But did not think of saying anything at all
"..."
" Or are you a scout for another team? If yes, then it must be rejected. Because after graduating I still have no plans to continue competing. I want to take a break for a year or two." Seeing that the older man didn't say anything, Kanin assumed it all by himself. He deftly shoots questions and answers refusal as he has done this to so many scouts.
However, the other party was still sitting still like a stone statue.
"..."
"Or... You followed me like this. It's because of you..." At this point, Kanin's eyebrows automatically crossed into one another. He was very embarrassed that he thought of what Alex had said just now. Still, it's the only hypothesis that's plausible in this situation.
"Or do you just like me...so come and see me?"
"..."
As a result, the person immediately turned and looked at each other. After sitting still as a stone statue for a long time,
Alright...Speak up, Father stone statue. Can sit quietly how about talking telepathically?!
"This Tatdanai hasn't told you yet?"
However, what the man chose to say first was not an answer to the question of likes or dislikes. In addition to not replying in English the eldest also chose to speak to him in Emma's language and would also mention his father's name.
This person... Knows your father?
"Tell me about it?"
From the thought of asking for clarification, it became even more suspicious. At this moment, both sides of Kanin's slender eyebrows almost formed a bow in the middle of his forehead. The youth subconsciously moved towards the stranger. As a result, they were now so close that they could almost hear someone else's breathing.
"Um..."
The man made a sound in his throat and narrowed his eyes, as if considering Kanin with his eyes significantly. The facial expressions of tall people indicate that they are analyzing each other openly.
"Tell me what?" Even though my head almost got up and exploded with curiosity. Something is wrong...Kanin looks out. This man, no matter what, would never tell him the truth.
"Say..." The man left the rhythm as if deliberately adding to Kanin's curiosity.
The young man did not wish to contradict him so that he could read that what he saw from now on was not the truth. But Kanin wanted to observe the gestures the other party showed. The body was slightly tilted his head when he saw the eyes that had been seen with anxiety, changing into a smooth eyes in the blink of an eye.
"When you wield a sword you often subconsciously move your left shoulder. It's propulsion makes you move faster. But if you meet a superior opponent he would immediately read that in the next sword, you choose to thrust or choose to cut."
"..."
"That kind of habit might lead to the next time you lose... so. Should be improved here."
"..."
"Because this is what the subject should let you know early on."
"Here you..."
"In fact, the first place in the Fencing Association I think... I still need a lot of practice."
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