In a city on the border of the Dark Night Empire, in a seemingly ordinary tavern, a young man in armor stood in front of the window with his eyes closed. It seemed that he was meditating.
Suddenly, the window was pushed open, and an old man appeared in front of the young man. He looked at him and said. "You are still the same. You always have this posture."
After saying that, the old man stood directly next to the young man and said. "My legs are so sore. Can you help me beat them?"
"You can do it yourself." The young man opened his eyes and said lightly.
"Hey, hey, why are you so cold-blooded? I saved your life." The old man looked at the young man with a depressed face and said helplessly.
Hearing the old man's words, the young man ignored him and continued to close his eyes.
"Well, well, since you don't want to hear the news I bring back, I'll leave."
The old man said as he saw that the young man was unwilling to talk to him.