Okuro grimaced. Even with his cane bearing most of the weight meant for his leg, he felt a stab of pain each time he put his right foot down. Everyone walking the same direction passed him as he hobbled down the street. The few block walk took him many times what it would’ve taken him when he had lived on the street as a young man.
Despite the pain, Okuro continued. He slipped his free hand into his jacket, reassured by the presence of his old knife. He looked over his shoulder at the pair of young men following him.