A battle of generations
After long minutes of suspense, a man entered the field. As he walked, the crowd started to clap. While they were encouraging him, his name stayed in my mind: Usithan. He slowly walked towards the center of the field. He was making gestures with his left hand to thank the public. He had a well shaped mustache with a little chin beard. Eyebrows raised and with a pretentious smirk, he was looking at the crowd and enjoying the cheering. He looked fit and lean, what people call a six-pack guy. He was bare chested and wearing a grey pant, a bit too large for him. The crowd shouted more as he started to show off his arm muscles. He had a magnetic attitude and looked a bit haughty.
Most of the youth were cheering him up but the elder people did not seem to care about him. It was maybe a generation gap. Indeed, the fighter must have been in his twenties. Perhaps the elder generation did not like him because they could not identify with him. I guessed that the next warrior would surely be older.
After a few minutes, another man stepped into the field. He leaned down, hit his hands to the floor and then touched his head with the sand. He was fit but did not look like someone who would hit the gym everyday. His body seemed to be shaped by work in the agriculture lands. The elder people who were silent before, started cheering him up. His name was Tamilchelvan. He was wearing a black sleeveless T-shirt and a white vaetti. The latter is a traditional attire men wear in this village. He walked with confidence towards the center of the field while slowly tying his vaetti. His confident smile could be seen through his full beard.
Both men were now ready to fight.
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