Old Beggar

Kai Thanos, in all his towering might and magnificence, stood in a quaint, local store. His massive form was draped in an ensemble of rich purple garments that replaced his previous bloody red robes. His shirt, pants, and shoes had been specially tailored to fit his formidable figure, an indicator of his importance. With an air of quiet majesty, the Titan delicately sipped from a bottle, the pinkish liquid inside providing a flavor that he savored, as if afraid he might forget its taste.

His contemplation was interrupted by the entrance of his subordinate, Lee. The boy had undergone a transformation of his own, trading his shabby clothes for attire befitting a servant of Thanos. His garments were of an azure shade, finely tailored with intricate details that complemented the Titan's attire. The soft fabric hugged his lithe form, highlighting his youthful vigor.

"How is it?" Thanos asked, his voice a low rumble.

Lee bowed respectfully, the azure of his clothing rippling in the soft light. "It fits well, Master," he replied, his eyes lowered in humility. In his hands were additional clothes that Thanos had asked him to buy, garments of a similar color scheme but of a lighter tone. With a flick of his wrist, Thanos stored them into his subspace ring, a convenience he had grown accustomed to in this world.

"Much better," the Titan commented dryly, eyeing Lee's new attire. The shop owner was bowing deeply, bidding the distinguished guests goodbye and urging them to visit again. Stepping outside into the bustling street, Lee turned to his master. "Where to now, Master?" Lee inquired, a hint of curiosity creeping into his voice. His knowledge of Thanos's goals remained scarce, his understanding, rudimentary at best.

"I need a map," Thanos grumbled, annoyance lining his voice as he thought about the forgetful Elder Wu. "After getting one, we'll head to my sect... to become stronger."

Lee merely nodded, a silent agreement. Thanos observed the youth, gauging the whirlwind of emotions within the boy. Even without his mind-reading abilities, he could perceive Lee's impatience and anxiety.

"Patience, Lee," he said, a stern note in his voice. "You can't avenge your family in your current state."

Lee inhaled sharply, a realization dawning on him. He nodded, once again falling into silence as he trailed behind the Titan.

The two strolled through the busy market, but Thanos, a reincarnator, a previous earthling felt something unusual. His eyes fell upon an old man, huddled against a wall. The man was thin and frail, his sunken eyes under a mop of white hair watching the world pass by him. His clothes were ragged and tattered, yet his eyes held an indescribable depth, an enigma that seemed to pierce through the mundanity of the bustling crowd. Thanos was taken aback when those ageless eyes fell on him, a glimmer of surprise flashed before being masked by the usual old man's cryptic gaze.

'Don't tell me he's some hidden old monster!' the voice in Thanos's head erupted with excitement, urging him to approach the old man. Thanos, however, hesitated. He was wary of entangling himself in some bizarre plot. He wasn't the main character of a story, nor did he want to be one. So, he continued his path, ignoring the temptation.

But fate seemed to have other plans. A raspy voice echoed in his ears, "Would you have some time to accord to this Old man?" The tranquility of Thanos' expression was shattered. For a brief moment, he felt a pressure that could even rival Elder Wu. He turned to look at the source of the pressure. The old beggar was still there, his gaze fixed on the Titan.

"Dammnit," Thanos muttered under his breath, while the voice inside his head practically did a victory dance. 'He pulled out some ancient powerful aura, letsgooo!' it cheered, filling Thanos with an odd mixture of annoyance and curiosity.

With a resigned sigh, the Titan made his way towards the seemingly frail old man. Lee, who had been trailing behind, observed his Master's actions with curiosity, his eyes widening at the sight of the seemingly harmless old man. The nocturnal market around them buzzed with life, oblivious to the powerful beings at its heart. As Thanos approached, he felt a ripple of power emanating from the old man, and the Titan couldn't help but brace himself for what was to come.