Chapter 1 Prologue Hurricane Boy
June.
Hurricane season.
Boy's season.
On the southernmost coastline, a vast beach protrudes, facing the boundless ocean, as if it is the end of the world. As early summer arrives, hurricanes strike. The sky, which should have been daytime at noon, was turned gray and leaden by thick, surging clouds.Riding on the more violent wind, the violent rain rushed up and down in all directions, blurring the vision in all directions. Under the dark sky, thousands of hectares of waves surged from the sea.The storm waves swept back and forth with a terrifying momentum, chasing and attacking each other, sometimes sinking into a deep abyss, and sometimes rushing into the air.Tangible energies collide with each other and wear away, spinning up and down. When Tao's voice is high, it is like a battle cry, and when it is low, it is like a sigh. In this frantic scene like the end of the world, there is only a naked man standing alone on the beach, facing the storm and watching the waves without fear. The man's body is not tall, but thick.The layers of muscles protruding from the chest, shoulders and back are as smooth as rocks washed by the tide for a long time.Rain dripped on his dark skin, cascading down each exotic tattoo. A giant oar, taller than a man, was stuck deep in the wet sand beside him.The man held the oar tightly in his right hand to support his body, and continued to stand motionless facing the ocean. ——The seemingly simple standing posture.However, under a hurricane of this level, being able to stand upright so naturally with only a single wooden oar is actually showing a kind of superhuman strength inside. Through the dripping hair, the man's eyes looked directly at the turbulent waves. There is desire in the pupils. ——It is a desire to comprehend the changes of rigidity, strength and softness from the dynamics of the waves. Such a simple and persistent desire, only one kind of person in the world can have it and deserve it. Martial arts fanatic. Dominated by this desire, the man continued to stand and stare at the ocean, unaware of the icy wind and rain hitting his body. The hurricane never stops.
Dawn of the next day. The wind dies down.The rain has fallen.The sea calmed down. Among the clouds and mist at the sea level, a red brilliance is revealed. The man closes his eyes.But his expression was like waking up from a long dream. He took a deep breath.Pull up the oar beside you.Turn your back to the ocean. Take the first step. He went on his journey without looking back. A journey of blood and steel.
On the southernmost coastline, a vast beach protrudes, facing the boundless ocean, as if it is the end of the world. As early summer arrives, hurricanes strike. The sky, which should have been daytime at noon, was turned gray and leaden by thick, surging clouds.Riding on the more violent wind, the violent rain rushed up and down in all directions, blurring the vision in all directions. Under the dark sky, thousands of hectares of waves surged from the sea.The storm waves swept back and forth with a terrifying momentum, chasing and attacking each other, sometimes sinking into a deep abyss, and sometimes rushing into the air.Tangible energies collide with each other and wear away, spinning up and down. When Tao's voice is high, it is like a battle cry, and when it is low, it is like a sigh. In this frantic scene like the end of the world, there is only a naked man standing alone on the beach, facing the storm and watching the waves without fear. The man's body is not tall, but thick.The layers of muscles protruding from the chest, shoulders and back are as smooth as rocks washed by the tide for a long time.Rain dripped on his dark skin, cascading down each exotic tattoo. A giant oar, taller than a man, was stuck deep in the wet sand beside him.The man held the oar tightly in his right hand to support his body, and continued to stand motionless facing the ocean. ——The seemingly simple standing posture.However, under a hurricane of this level, being able to stand upright so naturally with only a single wooden oar is actually showing a kind of superhuman strength inside. Through the dripping hair, the man's eyes looked directly at the turbulent waves. There is desire in the pupils. ——It is a desire to comprehend the changes of rigidity, strength and softness from the dynamics of the waves. Such a simple and persistent desire, only one kind of person in the world can have it and deserve it. Martial arts fanatic. Dominated by this desire, the man continued to stand and stare at the ocean, unaware of the icy wind and rain hitting his body. The hurricane never stops.
Dawn of the next day. The wind dies down.The rain has fallen.The sea calmed down. Among the clouds and mist at the sea level, a red brilliance is revealed. The man closes his eyes.But his expression was like waking up from a long dream. He took a deep breath.Pull up the oar beside you.Turn your back to the ocean. Take the first step. He went on his journey without looking back. A journey of blood and steel.