Ten Days Later —
Baaam! The colossal gate swung open with thunderous force, its sound echoing through the grand hall. A tall figure, cloaked in flowing garments of black and gold, stepped forward with unwavering confidence, his boots striking the marble floor with purpose.
"The new hairstyle doesn't quite suit you, old man," he called out with a smirk. "Are you trying to blend in with us younger folk?"
"Aren't you about two hundred years old already?" Robin burst out in hearty laughter, his voice filling the chamber with warmth and nostalgia.
"Maybe it's you who should start calling me 'brother' again, like those days back at the academy!"
The new arrival, of course, was none other than Caesar himself. His short black hair was neatly trimmed, paired with a light beard that framed his sharp features. His hairstyle, in fact, bore a striking resemblance to Robin's, though Caesar's was perhaps more refined.
