"What a familiar picture!"
Rex took a closer look. He had a head full of silvery-white hair. He was about eighteen or twenty years old. Not only did he look gentle, but he also wore a white robe and a sword by his waist. He almost flew on his sword, or he would have been like an immortal in the legend. His jumping technique was so perfect that even if he had no defense in the air, he wouldn't have been able to find any flaw in his attack. Everyone would be fascinated by his extraordinary temperament.
"Wow! He's only handsome! One day... I'll be so handsome to show up." Rex looked at him with admiration, as if he had forgotten that he was standing at the top of a city of the Imperial Palace.
When the white-robed immortal jumped on the same roof as Rex, his eyes showed a trace of killing
