Refusal
Rui almost shook with surprise, for the figure had entered his sensory ranges instantly.
The old man resembled a caveman. His attire was fashioned from the furry pelts of several animals and beasts. On his shoulder was a large bunch of firewood that he held up with a single arm.
His hair and beard were frizzled and matted. He resembled an ascetic who had secluded themselves in the mountains for a long time.
Which he indeed had done.
"Master Gurren, I-"
"Not interested," The Martial Master walked past him into his hut.
"You don't even know what I'm about to say," Rui raised an eyebrow.