A drift after an optimal soul's sudden departure, Kenny finds himself torn between his career that grieves with him-and quiet enigmatic, Elliot-New Japan's latest signing that reminds him of the bright golden star that left his heart a black hole.
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「WHAT'S LEFT UNSAID,
SAYS IT ALL.」
Three weeks had passed since New Japan Pro Wrestling introduced new faces into the roster. It was precisely twenty-one days ago that the promoters had kindly asked me to shake things up within the Bullet Club.
Adam's departure from the stable was bittersweet, but the right time had finally come for him to make his exit and embark on territory we had seen some of our friend's grace.
All of us anxiously awaited for that debut, and in the meantime, the Bucks lit their holy candles and prayed to their God for only good things to come towards Austin's way.
While Marty was an addition that everyone loved, the promoters still wanted more. Writing members from the creative board were nose's deep into their notepads, scratching away ideas and coming up with new ones.
Although I was told we'd most likely be heading into a brutal feud, I was also asked to keep an eye on one of their latest talent signings, Elliot Pierceson.
So I did. For two weeks now, I had been trying to talk to him. Yet, doing so was no an easy task.
As far as we knew,
he wasn't problematic.
Looking at him from the back of the bullet train, I tried my best to wheel myself forward, but I couldn't.
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Although he sat next to an older woman, there was no one in my way who prevented me from approaching him.
It was rare, but for once, the shuttle was nearly empty. Elliot looked so lost in thought that I couldn't bring myself to interrupt him.
More than that, Matt Jackson himself put it best when he said it was pretty damn hard to talk to someone who wore a zipped up jacket and propped up hoodie almost all of the time.
