He tried

'Hey dad, I am moving out next month' 

'Sorry dad, I am busy this week, I don't think I will made it back on family reunion'

'Dad my daughter got an exam this year so I don't think I can come back, forgive me for this once pleaseee..'

In life, people come and go. There was no specific time for them. 

'Orphanage? Why don't you just relax and live by yourself, don't waste money on strangers.'

'If you're lonely, why don't you say so, I can hire a maid for you.'

'I will manage to come back twice a year Dad. Even if you're lonely you shouldn't go take care of other kids.'

'Opening an orphanage? Dad it's not something you can do even if you have money, it will tire you out.'

At first, it was fine, but seeing kids abandoned on streets broke his heart. 

The money he earned that will be left behind could have taken care of them in the time he has left to live. It's not like something bad would happen to his sons and daughter even without his money. They are all grown up and able to find their own. 

Despite his own sons and daughters warnings with this in thought, he started the orphanage by taking in five children of different ages. 

Turning his own house into a place where many kids could live. It wasn't hard to change, his wife and he had four kids so the house has many rooms, and he only needed to buy more beds and necessities. 

The first few months he lived with them were difficult for him. He became accustomed to them over time. The least he could do was create a comfortable memory for them. He raised them as if they were his own. 

That's why this needs to be stopped, no matter what it takes.

The other hand of the old man also began to form gray substances. The man in front of him wore shady black clothing, he could see the broken window behind him. In order to not let the man know what the crest power in his hand was, he slowed it down. 

Meanwhile, the gray-haired man began preparing his move as he saw the old man preparing to attack. 

The hallway door opened just as they were about to strike. Four people came out from it wearing similar clothes as the grey-haired man. The old man glanced at them for a few seconds but he immediately figured out their intentions. On the back of two of the men were black colored bags, big enough to put someone in there and it seemed it was full already. The room they came out from was the room of the boys who went to the test today. 

His hopes of winning were dashed.

"How much do you want?" he asked them.

Hearing his question, the gray haired man burst out laughing.

"Don't worry, it's not some amount an old man like you will have," he answered the furious old man's question.

"How would I know without knowing?" the old man asked again.

"We're not some bunch of thieves, we're… professionals!" he continued "And you! Your puny little wealth is nothing." He told the old man while pointing his finger at him. His gestures and talk made him distracted and the wind which was in his hand also diffused into the air.

A black object was thrown with force. The other men tried to stop it by melting with fire elements but it passed their fire element with a red glow. Even the black bag on the two's shoulders dropped to melt the black object thrown by the old man.

It passed through the gray-man's finger which was  pointing at the old man, cutting it off and it dropped on the floor, while the black object finally stuck on the wall near the broken window. 

"Ughhhh!" The grey haired man cried out in pain, the cut was hot and the part of the figure which was cut off was shaking on the floor. 

His gaze landed on the old man's back with vines bulging on his forehead. 

"I'll chop off all of your fingers and toes before I end your life! Get him, boys." He yelled as his voice filled with anger.

The four men circled around the old man without caring for the bags. Even though they thought that it wasn't needed, they wanted to torment him for hurting their fellow brother.

The old man thought, 'If I were in my prime, I could beat the crap out of them.'

As he saw the four men coming closer to him with fire balls in their hands. He put his hands down and got into a kneeling position that made the men laugh as they came. 

His palms touched the floor and gray substances started to come out, covering him like a ball. 

He threw the knife from before to test the strength of the elementalists but they weren't even strong enough to melt his metal. Taking advantage of his powerful crest, maybe he can do the trick to them. 

He could feel the heat coming from the outside of the ball, done by the fire elementalists. 

'A little more' he waited.

When he could feel the heat coming from four places, his ball of metal changed. 

The old man's face was splattered with blood as he emerged. It wasn't his. The four men who were hunting him became the prey instead. They could be seen hanging from the walls with sharp black poles stabbed into their bodies. 

The old man looked at the surprised grey haired man in front of him.

While trying to stand up from his position, with the motion of the hand of the grey haired man moved in the direction to the left, he was thrown to the place where his metal poles hang one of the three men. The pole was seen through his lower abdomen. 

He was moved again to the other side by the wind. It didn't stop. The banging sound was heard loud and clear with the whimpers of the old man.

The black bag at the front of the door started to move hearing the sound. The bag suddenly became flat while the orange haired kid appeared beside it.

He was shocked to be in a black space with his hands and legs tied but the blurry scene seen from coming out of it by using his crest was more shocking.

Blood, everywhere. And a man who he had never seen was there standing in his sight, only his hand was moving. Turning his head to the place the man was looking at, the place where the sound was coming, he saw the old man. With blood coming out from all over his body. His eyes were closed and he… he doesn't seem alive. 

He realized that his old man's body was moving in the same direction of the gray-haired man's hand gesture. 

"Let go of him!" he shouted.

Along with his voice, Richard disappears and reappears near the gray haired man, pushing him using all he got with an immature body of a child.