Isamu slowly shuffles out on to his yard topless and breathes in cooly morning air deeply, bringing up his old hand upon his naked abdomen and grumping harshly. The elderly man frowns strictly and huffs out.

"Nice morning without a shirt is a good start for an old man's bones, huh? Besides, I am an elderly old man, I have nothing to hide and my old abdomen is still good-looking."