[416] Words of the Wise.

"How are you now?"

The old man asked the young child. The young child did not respond.

The old man sighed, thinking that either the child was wary of him or his injuries were so severe that he could not even utter words.

"Sigh…"

"Who are you?"

"..!"

But suddenly, the Old man's worries were for naught. The young boy was able to speak!

"..."

But the old man stayed silent, finding it difficult to answer the question of the boy.

Should he reveal his identity to the Young boy?

It didn't seem right too, if he did maybe the boy would die out of fear.

"An old man reaching the end of his life."

Answered the old man in a cryptic way, he deemed that this would be enough for the boy.

"I don't like riddles."

"It wasn't a riddle."

The old man stood up and went to tend to the fire, the boy stared at the flickering flames, his scarlet eyes being dyed crimson.

"Who are you?"