The old man must have come up with some bad idea. If he wants to pit me, he must not succeed.

Think, I rubbed my face deliberately, pretending to be a face of bitterness: "Uncle, what are you looking for me, if it's all right, I'm going to leave, I can't carry my injured body!"

Previously confronted with the devil wolf, although I was not substantially injured, but after all, was hit by the blast wave, there are many wounds on my body, it still looks scary. No, now I'm wearing bandages of all sizes. People who don't know me think I'm just out of danger in a car accident....