"Welcome, Sparrow,"
Upon hearing the words of the master who called out to him, Cesar respectfully bowed his head and replied.
"Sir Syros,"
The old man, Syros, looked like he had opened his eyes but it was definitely still closing from the onlookers. Probably because he had terrible wrinkles plastered on his face due to old age his face appears like that.
His katana was resting on his lap as he steadily relaxed.
However, there's one to take note of when facing Syros which Cesar immediately saw the moment his eyes look at the old man.
Syros' fierce presence continued to be felt by anyone who was near him, and the only one who did currently was Cesar.
'Damn…'
His entire aura was on a different level. It compelled Cesar to bow down without uttering a single word. People who gave off that kind of impression were usually the ones with an insurmountable extent of experience in this field.