Lonely Old Man

Wood creaked, the day of learning had ended hours ago, each and all students had lost without being able to fight back much, the headmaster had observed everything from his window, despite the sorry performances, the old fossil felt rather pleased with the results, after all, it was not like they had stood a chance even with twice the strength and experience.

Stroking his beard that reached all the way to the floor, he put on glasses, an act that was of no longer use, that hadn't been any useful ever since his youth, but the habit had stuck, whenever he wished to inspect something more profoundly, he would do it, and this time, he focused on a few people.