Kami slowly saunters around divine Lookout Temple and holds onto his staff restfully, frowning harshly in a thought and placing his other hand on his lower back fraily for support. The elderly God strokes his goatee lightly and speaks his minds aloud.

"Hmph... I suppose I could use a little training myself to keep my body in a good shape at my age, but I am not as young as I used to be. This one is a dilemma surely."