Ging Freecss

Ging was bored. He sat casually atop a fallen column, its elegant entablature cracked and weathered, barely holding together despite the ruin's age.

With one leg dangling over the edge and his arms resting loosely against his knees, he stared out across the distant landscape, his expression relaxed but faintly restless. Even surrounded by the remnants of some forgotten civilization, Ging looked more like he was waiting for something interesting to happen than appreciating the scenery.