We were so shocked by the image that both of us stare without blinking as the man we soon recognize as the burly cultivator simply comes speed swimming at us like a mighty shark, a rhythm to behold as he did not slow down not even when he reaches the sand, and after shaking like a wet dog he opens his legs in a sumo stand and roars with might to the sky, mixing it with laughter and oozing testosterone and adrenaline as his veins and muscles budge.
…He is the clear case of thick muscles no brains type isn't him? And yet I cannot get myself to dislike the guy, strange as it is, he is true to himself in the end.
However… he is not, let's say, the sharpest tool in the shed.
Coming up to a completely strange place and roaring, obviously he attracted unwanted attention, and as I frown and stand to have a better look Ethan pulls me by the arm, saying:
