An older looking man sat ontop of a boulder in the middle of nowhere, the dust that covered his clothes were the only indication that he had been there for a few days.
He had short black hair and bandages on his wrists, his body looked twenty years younger than his face did, suggesting he had trained for years.
He sat in a lotus position and meditated for days, this man was known as Joe Joe. He was a nomad that was looked down on by the nobles until he eventually accepted what he was.
He also had a separate occupation that nobody knew about except the top elites of the world.
He carried a swim rapier with him everywhere he went. He was known to have unshakable focus, being able to meditate or cultivate for days on end without needing food or water.
He had sat on this boulder for about twelve days now, in the middle of a vast space with no trees or rivers, he had neither food nor water with him, but he wasn't bothered.
