The morning sun was rising, but there was also a fine drizzle, the two opposing natural environments appearing simultaneously, though people did not find it abrupt.
Sun shower, I guess...
An old man strolled leisurely along the official road with his hands behind his back, while a young man led a horse, following with his head down.
The scene strongly resembled that of a father and son stepping out to take care of some business.
It wasn't until the old fellow stood up that it became apparent how tall he was. Despite his aged body shrinking and his muscles no longer distinct, his frame still betrayed the figure of his robust youth. Though he was old, he did not stoop; instead, his tall stature remained impressive, like a mountain, which only added to the elderly man's charisma.
Then there was a tall young man, burdened with a broadsword, leading a horse with a look of grievance, seeming very much like part of the family.
