C1031 Sword of the chisel

Fifty years ago, he was young and shy, and his eyes were filled with clarity.

Fifty years later, he was no longer green and bashful. His eyes had turned cloudy and his body had become muscular. Adding on the pile of stubble on his chin, he gave off a mature and resolute feeling.

If it wasn't for that wound between his brows, perhaps he could be considered an extremely charming uncle?

Azure Sun