The crack of dawn. 5.45 AM.
Nightshade Duchy. House Montmorency estate.
A muscular man in his late 40s was swinging his two double axes in empty air. He was practicing his weapon arts atop a relatively small mountain top that had a small house at its other end.
This man had long white hair that was tied behind his back. His face was like that of a hawk, with his sharp nose, sharper eyes, and even sharper jawline. His muscular and well-defined arms looked intimidating. Through his pants, his legs appeared equally pumped.
His musculature was that of a man who lacked any fat in his body. This white-haired man was not wearing anything to cover his torso. As if he was proud of the way he looked and wanted the world to see his pro-testosterone physique.
The house he was used to living in was small and only had basic amenities. He didn't wear or flaunt any fancy artifacts either. It looked like the man was used to living a simple life. A life meant for warriors.
