Jack the Old Man, he's the owner of this 'Octopus Jack's Department Store'.,His portly belly strained against his soiled, floral-patterned shirt, while his face was covered in a tangle of white whiskers like tangled electrical wires. His sparse hair, barely enough to count on one hand, failed to conceal his shiny scalp. Coupled with his textbook-perfect beer gut, this short, stout old man's first impression wasn't exactly charming.,Although rare, at this very moment, Haze's body was indeed covered in a thin veil of ki that resembled the stillness of a silent river.。