The old brave man withdrew his gaze from the sky, then tiredly sat on the ground, bowing his head as he started to mutter to the great bow resting on his knees.
"I guess I'm about to die soon. Death isn't something I'm afraid of, after all, I've lived my life with a clear conscience, and I should have no regrets. Yet, in the past couple of days, I've found myself suddenly missing you, kid. I don't know how you're doing in the future, if you're able to protect yourself, especially since that future version of me seems to be a bit of a weakling."
"People get more confused as they age. I've been having strange dreams these few days, dreaming of slicing a Twelve-Winged Angel with my sword, shooting a thousand-eyed hundred-headed Great Dragon with my bow in a battle, and dreaming of cunning horned demons and indescribable Evil Gods. Finally, I dreamed of steering a large ship into the distance."
