Chapter 1768 BS: Alex and Leon 6

1768 BS: Alex and Leon 6

A mischievous glint flashed in Leon's golden eyes as he unveiled his plan for their next adventure.

"Alright, my friend," he declared, a hint of triumph in his voice, "get ready for some serious wave action. Our next stop – the beach, thirty kilometers from here. And guess what? We're going surfing!" Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Alex's initial surprise dissolved into a wide grin.

"Surfing, huh? You sure know how to pick 'em, my friend. But let me warn you," he added, a playful glint in his own eyes,

"Just because you bested me on the basketball court doesn't mean I'm a pushover on the waves."

Leon, his competitive spirit ignited, puffed out his chest in mock seriousness.

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that, my friend. Back in my empire," he declared with a flourish,

"I was known as the 'Wave Whisperer.' Prepare to be humbled!"

Alex chuckled, a hearty sound that echoed in the spa's relaxation lounge.

"The 'Wave Whisperer,' huh? Well, Mr. Whisperer, I used to spend my summers catching waves in my spare time. Let's just say the ocean and I are on a first-name basis."

Their friendly banter filled the air, a testament to the camaraderie forged through their day of adventures. The thrill of the slopes, the challenge of the desert, and the unexpected competition on the basketball court had brought them closer together. Now, the prospect of conquering the waves added another layer of excitement to their already extraordinary day.

With a renewed sense of purpose, they donned their swimsuits and grabbed their towels, leaving the tranquility of the spa behind. Hailing a cab, they set off towards the beach, thirty kilometers of anticipation building with each passing mile. The cityscape gradually gave way to a sprawling coastline, the rhythmic roar of the ocean growing louder with each passing moment.

As the cab pulled up to a picturesque beach, a wide expanse of golden sand meeting the turquoise embrace of the ocean, the two friends exchanged excited glances. Surfers, their bodies glistening in the afternoon sun, dotted the waves, carving graceful lines across the water. The salty air, tinged with the scent of sunscreen and seaweed, filled their lungs, igniting a surge of adrenaline.

Leon, eager to prove himself, grabbed his rental surfboard, a determined glint in his eyes.

"Alright, Wave Whisperer versus Ocean Master," he declared, a playful jab at Alex.

Alex not wanting to lose, grinned as he hefted his own board.

"Let the games begin, my friend. But remember," he added with a wink, "the ocean has a mind of its own. It's not just about conquering the waves, it's about respecting their power."

Alex's words hung in the air, a reminder of the respect the ocean demanded. Leon, his competitive fire slightly dampened, nodded solemnly. They waded deeper, the cool water lapping at their waists, until the waves became a force to be reckoned with. With practiced ease, Alex paddled out, his strokes smooth and efficient. Leon, a little less graceful but determined nonetheless, followed suit, his board bobbing precariously beneath him.

Alex walked over to a bookshelf tucked away in a corner of the room and retrieved a worn but well-loved box. He set it down on the coffee table with a flourish.

"The ultimate test of strategy and wit," he announced dramatically, "board games!"

Leon's eyes lit up. Board games, especially with someone as competitive as Alex, promised a different kind of adventure, one that would test their minds as much as their bodies had been tested throughout the day.

"Board games, huh?" Leon echoed, a hint of challenge in his voice.

"Well, don't underestimate me, Alex. Just because I wiped out a few times on the waves doesn't mean I can't crush you on the board game battlefield."

Alex laughed hard amused by his antics, this man was always funny.

"We'll see about that, my friend. But first, the game of choice?"

They spent a few minutes browsing the collection of board games stacked neatly inside the box. There were classics like chess and Monopoly, strategy games like Risk and Settlers of Catan, and even a few party games designed for pure laughter.

"What about a good old-fashioned game of chess?" Alex suggested, tapping the familiar wooden box with a thoughtful finger.

Leon, ever the strategist, grinned. "Chess it is. But be warned, Alex, I've been known to surprise even the most seasoned players, I have even won against my father known for his exceptional chess skills."

With the chessboard set up on the coffee table and the pieces arranged in their starting positions, they settled into their chairs, a comfortable silence settling around them. The only sounds were the soft tick of a clock on the wall and the occasional rustle of leaves outside the window.

The game began, a battle of wits unfolding on the checkered battlefield. Alex, known for his aggressive style of play, made a bold opening move. Leon, however, remained calm, his mind working several moves ahead, countering Alex's aggression with a strategic defense.

As the game progressed, the tension in the room grew. Pieces were captured, strategies unfolded, and the tide of the battle shifted back and forth. Alex, frustrated by Leon's unexpected defense, made a risky move that backfired spectacularly. Leon seized the opportunity, his pieces launching a coordinated attack that left Alex's king in checkmate.

With a sigh of defeat, Alex leaned back in his chair, a smile playing on his lips.

"Well played, Leon," he conceded, extending his hand for a handshake. "You truly are a force to be reckoned with, even on the chessboard."

Leon, his chest puffed out with a touch of pride, shook Alex's hand firmly. "Don't underestimate me, my friend," he declared with a triumphant grin.

''I used to play with my father and the losing constantly made me progress to one day have my revenge.'' he added and Alex finally understood why his friend was so good at chess.

''I see, let's have some drink.''

''Sure!"