Saint

The old man snickered, his half dead face folded into a smile.

"So you're a saint? Last time I checked, there's no such thing as a living saint. Why don't you let me help you with that. "

Jorge is blue in the face, he looked like he was gonna puke.

"Nobody told me you were gonna be this ugly. "The old man stepped forward, his face red. "No, not a step more. I think I'm going to puke." Jorge urged him.

The old man shrieks.

"Do you even know who you're talking to, I'm Alex the Black Tooth Bandit. I have killed titan rank monsters on my own." He steps back as Jorge begins to gage. "I fought emperors, fought with peak sovereigns against cardinal beasts. I helped Leo the king of Droids slay twenty five angel monsters who were threatening the ritual of hero's, who were sealing a Heavenly defiant monster, the feared Earthen eater of seas. My stories could fill a book."

"Are we doing introductions, I'm Jorge the Saint, I have successfully killed some monsters. Ah oh hmm, and I have never lost against the other knights. Yeah I think that's about it."

"Are you mocking me boy? I will kill you, I will send your soul to hell to meet the Khan."

This got a reaction out of Jorge, he glared at Alex.

Alex readied himself, his palms going flat. The old man looks more relaxed than water. He moves as fluidly as a stream. His arms go up, cascading down in watery celebration. His body, once a solid mass, as easy to track as a rolling stone, became liquid ever moving undulating, harder to track than a trickster ghost. Each step is felled with more momentum than the years he's lived, each showed the glory of what must have been. A man, a legend, someone to be remembered. In his prime he was one of the bravest men to ever live, a leopard seeking prey. Now he's a shriveled up old leaf, a shell of one of the greatest men to ever walk this earth. But he begged you not to see that, that due to his inability he was only able to achieve incomplete immortality. Something most can't achieve, but it still was never enough for him. He hid his weakness better than the best, his weak eyes hidden by his outstanding technique, his weak muscles hidden by his magic filled and speedy punches, his limp on his left leg gained well fighting a Cardinal monster hidden by his knowledge of sailing. He should have been remembered as the fastest man to ever live. Alex Lightning. But due to minor fights with the Khan he will forever be known as the Black Tooth Bandit. Oh how he cried when his friend died, he vowed to himself to protect the world in his stead. But age degrades even the half immortals. Weakness means your death when fighting monsters. So he founded the Izaca fighting hall, he became a teacher and found a whole new meaning to life. To protect and guide his disciples.