Noah wt outside and observed the sky after putting on a large shirt.
The sky was black tranquility married to a poetry of stars. It was the softness that called the body and brain to rest and let the heart go to its steady rhythm. Night ca as a reward of sorts, a restfulness above to calm the soul.
''In the serade of the black, the stars are a choir; they are lights that sing in infinite patterns. Sotis eyes need music, and the darker the night the sweeter the song.''
Noah murmured abstmindedly before shaking his head and decided to head back to his room.
He didn't want to counter that annoying blond, hopefully, he was not on the sa floor as him.
Unfortunately, it was exactly as he feared, just before he tered his room Arthur happed to have arrived on this floor and saw him just before he closed his door.
''Eh! This must be fate.'' The blond youth smiled before walking to his room, Room 8.
It was indeed fate.
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Back in his room Noah removed the shirt before tossing it aside and sat down on the couch again he was about to unmute the TV and watch Player's channel wh his smartphone rang.
Noah begrudgingly stood and wt to pick up the futurist smartphone, it was his father's id as expected.
He heaved a sigh, inwardly thinking that his father was such a worrywart.
''Hello, old man. How's your eving? I'm doing fine thank you for calling.'' Noah vomited everything right away as if trying to tell his father I'm hanging up now you've heard my voice.
''I say brat, show so respect to your old man worrying about you.''
''Tch! What do you want, father.'' Noah was annoyed but happy deep inside.
His father didn't answer but requested a video call, Noah accepted and the face of a middle-aged man appeared in front of him in a dium-sized floating window.
Black, short hair is pulled back to reveal a , wild face. Gold eyes, set graciously within their sockets, watching Noah fondly.
Several moles are spread delicately on his right cheek and leave a captivating mory of his luck in battles.
This is the face of Logan Adler, Noah's father, his sole remaining part. The player hailed as the strongest spear, The Spear of Destruction.
Logan is versatile, indepdt, and self-reliant. But this is all just a facade, a chanism to deal with his dreadful past.
He was born and grew up in a middle-class family in an important town, he lived free of worries until he was about 4 years old, but at that point, life changed drastically.
He lost his brother in a terrible disaster and two years later lost his parts. With a couple of frids, he had to survive in a cruel world. But with his strgth and cunning, he managed to go beyond expectations and start a new life. He beca a powerful Player sweeping everything, and he beca one of the strongest in his city, and th in the empire.
He lived his life like he wanted until one day he t that woman, that gray-haired girl in a lab coat, she was beautiful like a goddess and as soon as he laid his eyes on her, Logan fell in love and proposed right on the spot, of course she refused but he continued until she accepted, it was the beginning of new wonderful life, the fruit of their love was a son who took after her mother's beauty and hair.
Unfortunately, tragedy struck once again wh he thought nothing would go wrong after eting his goddess, this ti he lost his wife in a car crash.
Looking at his son, Logan couldn't stop reminiscing of the past, he could see his wife's shadow in his son.
Nothing must happ to him.
If it was up to him he would have sheltered Noah wishing he had nothing to do with that world but a sheltered butterfly will never show its full beauty nor beco complete this way, you have to let it out to experice the world whether it is good or bad because only this way it will beco complete.
As his father he knew Noah's goal was to seek answers, he was also doing the sa thing, he wanted to ask him not to do it but stubborn as he is, Logan was helpless, he could only passively observe.
''What is it, father? Why are staring at like I have murdered soone?" Noah's question brought Logan back to reality, and he chuckled.
''Nothing, I'm just astonished at how big you have beco. You have beco a big boy.''
Noah rolled his eyes at his father's joke. The latter sighed thinking his son was no fun.
''How was your first day? I hope you didn't d in a fight?''
''Tch! No, I controlled myself.'' Noah clicked his tongue. He was annoyed just by recalling what happed.
Logan sighed, inwardly happy that nothing had happed, he knew his son was the best and no fight on the first day ant there was so progress.
''Good, did you make any frids?" He asked already aware of the answer, he just hoped his son at least tried.
''No.'' Noah's answer was short.
''You brat list to your father and make so frids, I understand your stance but sotis reliable frids can have your back, and you can share your difficult momts with them. So take my advice seriously, at least make one frid during your stay here.''
Logan advised his son and from his tone, he was not joking, Noah could feel it, and it was why he answered positively.
''I understand Father.''
''Good, have you t that girl, I'm sure she'll be in the sa class as you.'' Logan suddly changed the subject, switching to sothing Noah would have appreciated he didn't do.
''Yeah!" Noah bit his lips which didn't go unnoticed by his father.
''Sigh! Sotis you have to hear the other's party version before making a judgmt, keep in mind.''
Noah didn't say anything and his father heaved another sigh before talking about school-related stuff.
Noah's mood brighted and he happily answered.
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