The old stickman was walking calmly through the forest, his sword holstered on his back, his gaze calm as he admired the silence and peace of the forest, the sun almost setting in front of him. He would let out a soft sigh, talking to himself.

"Am I getting too old for all this fighting I do?"

He hums, stopping for a moment as he mutters to himself, before shrugging, smiling slightly.

"Hm... No. I still can do it all, hah. Until the day I can't walk anymore, then it will be official that I'm old."

He chuckles softly, shaking his head slightly as he keeps walking again trought the path filled with leaves and branches, the sky starting to have stars.