Inside of a white space was a tall man with a long grey beard. His shoulder-length white hair gently cascaded over his broad shoulders.
His towering back proudly stood like an immovable mountain, and his muscles, which despite his age, seemed to show no sign of aging as hidden within them was a boundless power.
Standing shirtless with only a set of long worn-out brown pants, in the white void, a broadsword appeared in the man's hands.
Gripping onto the broadsword with his two hands, the old man's muscles bulged. His green veins continuously wiggled as his back expanded casting a large shadow over the area in front of him.
"Huuuuu..."
Exhaling, turbid air escaped from the old man's mouth as his grip on the sword intensified.
-Slash!
Thereafter, the sound of his hand slowly slashing through the air resounded across the space.
