New World
first night
Alan was fixated on not being able to run because of fear. On his first night in Mediterranean City he immediately experienced something like this.
The man was getting closer to alan. The bright lights began to show his face and body. The man's steps were so staggering. It was obvious that the man was drunk.
Prancing...
The man fell right in front of Alan. Alan who was still fixated, was shocked to see the man fall on his stomach. Fortunately, the bottle did not hit the man's body.
"Uncle... Uncle..." Alan immediately tried to wake the man up. But there was no response at all from the tall, shoulder-haired man.
Alan was panicking. His whole life just this time he was facing a drunk.
The sky began to add to the bad atmosphere with Drizzle that began to fall. Alan who found the faint in front of him could not bear to leave him alone on the road. Finally, Alan held the man in front of one of the shophouses that had closed to shelter.
The drizzle is no longer a drizzle. The rain that falls is getting more and more crazy. Making the night air more piercing the cold. Alan took the initiative to collect rainwater and splash it in the man's face. I hope the man will be conscious.
Byuuurs...
"Uh. uh... uh..." The man with the hair of that shoulder wavered and cleared his face from the water.
"Uncle is conscious?" ask Alan. The man looked only at Alan, his eyes were still soft, the alcohol hangover had not gone.
"Uncle is okay? Where does uncle live? Can I help you get home?" Ask Alan again.
The man simply nodded and pointed at the faintly visible hilltop.
Alan gulped his own saliva looking up at the top of the hill. "Does this man really live on that hilltop?" inner Alan.
Alan looked at the man again. But the man was no longer conscious.
"Well... Where could I leave him here alone." Alan took a long breath. He remembered his father's message.
"As long as we can help people in need, why not?"
Alan lifted the man up, helping him to stand up. Fortunately the man was still a little conscious, so Alan only needed to support the man so as not to fall.
Both of their steps were paced. Alan really felt the torment of the world on the first day in Mediterranean City.
The night, the rain, the heavy luggage, plus help the drunk man walk back to his house.
"God naga.... What dream did I have last night. Why is my fate so bad today." Alan cursed so as to see the stairs up the hill.
"Ahhhhh... Care for the devil, it's done."
Alan biting his own teeth solidified the intention to walk up the stairs.
Walking on a normal day is exhausting. Especially with the current condition. If only alan did not have extraordinary stamina would have fallen unconscious in the middle of the road.
It took me half an hour to get to the top of the hill. At the top of the hill it turns out the land is spacious. The football field kira. There is a Chinese building in the middle of the field.
"Hem... Looks like a dojo." Alan muttered.
Alan put the man to bed on the porch of the dojo. Make it not exposed to rain water.
"Excuse me..." Alan knocked on the door because he did not find the bell.
One time
Twice
Three times
There was still no reaction from inside the dojo. Alan felt disrespectful that he kept knocking on the door, considering that time had already shown past midnight.
Alan felt a chill as his clothes were drenched in rainwater. He opened his bag and took a change of clothes from his bag.
While Alan was still bare-chested, the door of the dojo opened from the inside. Coinciding with the door it opened the lightning struck and produced a flash of light.
Alan's body was exposed to a flash of lightning light resulting in the silhouette of a bare-chested man's shadow.
Alan turned to the open door....
Ciii... Cethak...
A hard object hit Alan's head. It turned out to be a sandal made of wood.
Headshoots... The wooden slippers were right on target about alan's head. Alan immediately fell unconscious.