He-El Is My Hope

Professor Jinda was an old man past seventy, thin in build, with a straight back and a face covered in wrinkles. Yet he possessed a pair of clear eyes that saw through the ways of the world, as pure as a baby's. It would not be an exaggeration to describe them as limpid autumn waters. Usually, he hid those world-seeing eyes behind thick reading glasses. Those wise, beautiful eyes had brought him no shortage of trouble.