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Weed has fierce eyes, as if he still lived in the harsh wilderness.
Stare directly and feel your spirit yield.
Weed has smile to sway you to his side.
Look objectively and you can see his cunning smirk.
Weed has an ordinary appearance, you could pass him by and not recognize the legend.
Pay attention to that man on the corner, at the store, in a battle, by the light/fire - see someone ordinary be extraordinary.
Weed has the appearance of a beggar.
Watch that beggar you tossed a coin to be greeted by those of high fame - know that he is that legend and to never judge so quickly without practice first.
Weed has a horrible singing voice.
Remember that awful roar/yell you heard - that was him setting an atmosphere.
Weed has horrible drawing skills.
Appreciate how well his craftsmanship help out everything else - that scrap of paper could have been worse.