"Oh, what can you say," I said after crossing my right leg over my other leg. "Are you the leader now?" ' I asked, turning my squinted eyes to Cesur. He looked handsome even in gray shorts that ended just above his knees, and a white T-shirt he wore. His legs were rather long, and his shoulders were straight and broad. He did not have a large body, but his muscles were such that even if he did not exercise for a long time, they would not melt. His beard had grown slightly, but his hair was still just as short.
What kind of a leader Cesur could be, came to life in my eyes. His facial features and gaze, which were proportional to his behavior, gave Cesur his leadership qualities. It certainly wouldn't have a fern on it.
"Not yet," he muttered and grimaced.
"What did Kuzgun want from you if the winner won't be the leader?" Everyone kept saying it was a leadership duel. If the winner of the duel was Cesur, how was he still not the leader?
