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"It's tough to hide one's age," Ferzen muttered as he entered his personal tent. Despite his robust physique for an elder, his muscles and stamina were not what they once were. He felt himself weaken with each passing year.
"Sword Demon, Ferzen, ohoho.”
An old monster who was over seventy years of age. It was indeed a long life.
'I never thought I'd survive this long. How strange fate is.'
He had bid farewell to his comrades of youth and even served two masters who had passed before him.
Creak.
Ferzen stood straight, removing his chest plate as his joints screamed in pain.
"Ah, at this rate, I wonder if I'll even be able to mount a horse tomorrow."
He sat down stiffly on a chair, only relaxing after leaning back deeply.
"Phew."
Ferzen looked at his wrinkled hands through his blurry eyes. The fingers, gnarled and cold, bore indistinguishable scars and wrinkles. His nails, repeatedly broken and chipped, had grown back deformed. Due to his old injuries, some fingers lost the ability to feel pain.
'I can’t really hear through my left ear either.'
He dug out the accumulated pus from his left ear with his pinky finger. If not cleaned out regularly, his ear canal would fill with that pus.
Eeeee.
A dull sound rang in his ears. Sitting still brought on a dizziness that felt like...
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