Grey was really starting to regret his opinion on old men. Usually, they were helpful, kinda funny, adorable. You often wanted to protect them like you would a helpless puppy or a newborn baby.
But he was running into old men that pissed him off more and more these days.
First it was Giyoto, then it was Calixan, and now it was this son of a bitch.
The old man had flowing white hair and a beard that was somehow longer than even that. He wore pristine white robes like he wasn't touched by any sort of dirt or grime.
'Pretentious fuck.'
The style of dress was one thing, but what was really annoying was that damned golden katana he had. It must have been at least nine feet long, curving like a damn scythe, and the bastard just kept slashing and twirling about like a fucking Dark Souls boss.
