The Forsakens

The earth beneath the long hoodlum began to rise by the foot and cover him. In the blink of time, he turned into an earth man.

Olga saw the damage done to the environment by the enraged long hoodlum and decided to leave the place. Because she was so sure that some people will be punished for that destruction. The earth coating the long hoodlum used damaged the road. She didn't want to be around when the damage was discovered by a teacher. So she flew away.

For many years, Sakar believed that he had a special sense which he named as 's.e.xar', a combination of the words 's.e.xy' and 'radar' after he learned the word 'radar' in the 'recent history' course. The City of Old Marmara had a few magical radars around the borders that felt mana disturbances in their range. He named his so-called special sense after that word. S.e.xar was a sense that made him feel s.e.xiness around. He claimed that he was chosen by the very gods to be the bearer of the ultimate sense a man could have, s.e.xar. Only he felt Olga's action of leaving. His s.e.xar signaled him that there were no more s.e.xy legs around. This made the continuation of the cool act unnecessary.

Sakar: "STOP!"

Short hoodlum: "WHY WOULD WE STOP?"

Sakar: "THERE IS A PERSON WHO WOULD FEEL SAD IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO ME!"

Short hoodlum with a look of unbelief: "I really do wonder, who the hell would care about you?"

Sakar: "ME!"

The long hoodlum halted his steps for a moment after he heard that.

All three hoodlum: "ARE YOU AN IDIOT?"

They even laughed a little bit at Sakar.

Sakar: "You are the idiots."

Long hoodlum: "It seems like you don't value your life!"

Long hoodlum threw a punch straight to his face. Sakar dodged by moving his head to the right and threw a right punch from the side to the jaw of the long hoodlum. Since he was coated with earth his hand got injured with the impact. It was bleeding. The long hoodlum seemed fine, so the punch was ineffective.

The long hoodlum punched again, this time, Sakar couldn't dodge that punch, it was directly to his stomach. He m.o.a.n.e.d with pain. Dropped to the ground, the long hoodlum was coming to turn him into a punching bag.

"WAIT!"

He spoke with a tone that had authority. It was a tone that would make you at least blink once or hesitate at least for a few seconds.

"WHAT? TELL IT?"

Sakar: "Your brothers...", " They also are supposed to hit me!"

Long hoodlum: "My brothers, it seems, this guy really has a screw loose."

Short hoodlum: "Brother, let him be! We got to go. He is not worth the trouble!"

Fat hoodlum: "I want to at least punch him a few times. Let's do a quick beating and run."

They jumped at Sakar, pinned him to the ground. The long hoodlum undid the earth coating but the damage to the road wasn't fixed. They kicked and punched him on the ground.

A few minutes passed while Sakar was getting punched and kicked. His face was full of bruises, purple and red spots. His nose and mouth were bleeding. But they were still hitting him. He was cursing them. Provoking them.

Suddenly another boy hit the long hoodlum and he flew to the side of the road. This boy had pitch-black skin. Nicknamed as "Muscle Brain".

Short hoodlum: "We have to run! He is the Muscle Brain!"

Fat hoodlum: "I am not running."

Kepyun threw a left kick to the fat hoodlum. He fell to the ground and became unconscious.

Short hoodlum: "We are leaving today but, we will see you in the future again!"

Kepyun: "Scram!"

Sakar got up and threw a punch to the short hoodlum's lower body but missed. Hoodlum three picked up the long and the fat hoodlums then left the place while carrying them.

Sakar was cursing and shouting behind them. Kepyun tried to help Sakar to move.

Sakar: "Thank you but I can move."

Kepyun: "You can't even deal with three hoodlums why the hell do you still keep studying in this school?"

Sakar: "I can deal with them."

He showed three purses while laughing. The laughing face of him was strange when his face is full of bruises and blood.

Kepyun: "Did you get beaten to steal their purses?"

Sakar: "Tactic number one: When you seem like you are weak, they don't expect you to do things like these!"

Kepyun: "Ohh, I always wondered how you built your p.o.r.n magazine collection."

Sakar: "Have you seen it?"

Kepyun: "Of course I have seen it, we live in the same room, they are under your bed. I am a clean person. You don't clean our room at all but I clean even under your bed."

Sakar: "Anyway I don't care."

They reached the room while talking. When they were in the room Sakar spoke.

Sakar: "Even though you are a muscle brain, you are a good person, Kepyun."

Kepyun never gets offended when an insult includes the word 'muscle'.

Kepyun: "You aren't. I even reconsider past and realized some of my fruits got missed all the time."

Kepyun knew about hunger, he had sympathy toward the food theft.

Sakar: "You know how to pick the best, after all, I will give you that. Your nickname should be changed to 'Best Fruit Selector'."

Kepyun: "Even weak has its way to survive. I have seen some capability in you. I have to do three quests for the quest hall to pass the practical fighting class. The teacher wants us to use our abilities in a field."

Kepyun believed, he can overcome any obstacle with the power of muscles. He wanted some people in his party because he had to have at least three people to form a party in the first place. Doing quests by yourself does not count.

Sakar: "And?"

Kepyun: "I think since I have enough fighting power I don't need anyone but it is a rule to be at least three people together."

Sakar: "And?"

Kepyun: "I want you to join my party!"

Sakar: "Let me think for a few days."

Kepyun: "OK."

It was evening. While they mind their own businesses such as Kepyun training his body and Sakar reading his p.o.r.n magazines drooling, the night came and they slept.