Once upon a time, in a city that never truly slept, there lived a young man named Ryoma. He was an ordinary soul on the surface, but everything changed the day he discovered a remarkable gift—an ability called "checking." With this power, Ryoma could peer beneath the surface of things, effortlessly gathering intricate details about people, places, and objects just by a simple glance.
One sunny morning, Ryoma stepped into the bustling streets of this vibrant city. Market stalls overflowed with colorful fruits, spices, and textiles, while street performers and merchants filled the air with lively chatter. As he moved through the crowds, Ryoma closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them with a new sense of awareness. With a mental "check," he saw not only the vibrant tapestry of life but also the hidden threads that bound everyone together.
He scanned a merchant arranging his wares, learning that he was once a traveler from distant lands, now settled here seeking fortune. A young woman selling flowers carried a secret—her family was involved in a mysterious underground society. An elderly man sitting quietly on a bench—Ryoma discovered—had once been a renowned explorer, now hiding from shadows of his past.
With each "check," Ryoma uncovered layers of stories, motivations, and secrets. He saw the subtle tension between rival factions vying for control, the hidden entrances to secret tunnels beneath the city, and the whispers of a conspiracy threatening to upheave the fragile peace.
As Ryoma delved deeper, he realized that this city was a living, breathing puzzle—each person, building, and alleyway a piece waiting to be understood. His confidence grew, knowing that he could piece together the web of relationships and secrets that made up its core. But he also sensed danger lurking in the shadows—threats that could unravel the city if left unchecked.
And so, with his newfound gift, Ryoma embarked on a journey of discovery. He would unravel the mysteries hidden beneath the vibrant facade, uncover the truth behind the city's shimmering exterior, and perhaps, in doing so, find his own place within its complex tapestry.
And that, dear listener, is how a young man with a special gift began to uncover the hidden stories of a city teeming with life, secrets, and endless adventure. The city was alive, and so was Ryoma—ready to face whatever mysteries awaited in its depths.
In the heart of the bustling city, Ryoma's eyes swept over the lively marketplace. With his incredible "check" ability, he could see beyond the surface—every detail, every secret, every story behind the faces and objects around him.
He watched a man selling vibrant, handwoven carpets. The patterns told stories of distant lands, but Ryoma also sensed something more—this merchant had once been a traveler, seeking a new life after losing his way. His smile was genuine, yet Ryoma detected a flicker of worry in his eyes, as if he carried a secret burden.
Nearby, a woman was selling fresh fruits and vegetables, their colors bright and inviting. Ryoma saw that her market stall was more than just a place to sell produce—it was a meeting point for clandestine exchanges. She was part of a network passing information through coded messages hidden in the arrangement of her goods.
Further down, a young boy was helping his father set up a cart. With a simple check, Ryoma learned that the boy was dreaming of becoming a hero, unaware of the dangerous secrets his family kept—secrets that could threaten the entire city if revealed.
Every person in the market was working, some openly, some secretly. The merchant weaving carpets was part of a larger story of hope and loss. The fruit seller was a messenger in a hidden web of alliances. Even the children played their roles in a game far bigger than they realized.
Ryoma realized that beneath the lively surface, the city was an intricate machine—each person a vital gear, each stall a piece of a grand puzzle. His power allowed him to see how everyone was working together, or sometimes against each other, to keep the city alive and thriving.
With this understanding, Ryoma knew he could choose his path wisely—either to help protect the city's secrets or to expose the truth hiding behind the everyday hustle. Every person, every object, was a clue, and he was ready to follow the trail wherever it led.
And so, in that vibrant marketplace, Ryoma's journey deepened—seeing everything, knowing more than anyone else, and preparing himself for the mysteries yet to come.
"Ryooma: Alright, what should I do with these coins now? This dagger might come in handy too."
In the midst of the busy market, Ryoma's mind was already working, weighing his options. Clutching a handful of coins and inspecting the small dagger he had found or acquired, he muttered to himself with a determined look.
"Alright," he said quietly, glancing around to make sure no one was listening too closely. "What should I do with these coins now? I could buy some information, maybe find out more about the people lurking in the shadows." His eyes flicked to a nearby stall where an old man was whispering secrets to a friend, their voices hushed but filled with hidden meaning.
Then, he looked at the dagger, its blade gleaming faintly in the sunlight. "This might come in handy," Ryoma thought, gripping it firmly. "Better to keep it close—just in case I need to defend myself or get through some locked door."
He paused for a moment, considering his next move. The city was full of mysteries, and with his new powers, he knew he could uncover many secrets. But he also knew danger lurked everywhere.
So, with a quick nod to himself, Ryoma tucked the dagger into his pocket and counted his coins again. "Time to decide—should I spend these coins on information, or keep them for emergencies? And how can I use this dagger to stay safe?"
With a determined smile, he prepared to move forward—ready to face whatever the city had in store for him, armed with his new abilities and a sharp eye for secrets.
Ryoma took a deep breath, feeling the pulse of the city beneath his feet. With his "check" ability still humming softly in his mind, he decided that the best way to understand this vibrant place was to walk among its people and quietly observe.
He strolled through the crowded market, blending into the flow of merchants, children, and travelers. His eyes flicked over every face—some familiar, some strangers—each carrying their own stories. He watched a young woman carefully wrapping a bundle of herbs, sensing she was more than just a healer's assistant. Nearby, a group of men whispered sharply over cups of tea, their hushed voices hinting at secret alliances.
As he moved, Ryoma kept in mind what to do with his coins. Should he spend them on a meal to gain information from the vendors? Or perhaps use some to buy a small trinket—something that might lead to a contact or clue? He considered the options, knowing that every decision could bring him closer to uncovering the city's hidden truths.
He spotted a wise-looking old man sitting on a bench, feeding a flock of birds. Ryoma checked his surroundings and saw that the man was well-connected—perhaps a retired scholar or a former spy. Maybe he could learn something from him, if he played his cards right.
Deciding to keep his options open, Ryoma approached a nearby stall selling colorful fabrics. As he browsed, he subtly checked the merchant's background, noticing a faint nervousness that suggested he might be involved in something more than just selling cloth.
With each step, Ryoma gathered pieces of the puzzle—who was trustworthy, who was hiding secrets, and how he might use his coins wisely. He was here to learn, to understand his surroundings, and to prepare for whatever mysteries or dangers lay ahead.
And so, with quiet patience and keen eyes, Ryoma continued his walk through the lively city streets, slowly but surely unraveling the intricate web of life that pulsed beneath the vibrant surface.
As Ryoma wandered through the bustling streets, he couldn't help but notice a striking detail: most of the people around him were dressed in styles reminiscent of ancient Romans. Long tunics, flowing robes, leather sandals, and intricate jewelry decorated many of the passersby. Their mannerisms—formal, proud, sometimes even theatrical—also echoed the grandeur and discipline of Roman society.
Some merchants wore togas with bold patterns, their gestures confident and authoritative as they called out to potential buyers. Wealthy nobles strutted past, their heads held high, their conversations filled with political intrigue and social status. Even the street performers mimicked the dramatic flair of Roman actors, their gestures exaggerated and their voices amplified for the crowds.
Ryoma observed that this wasn't just a fashion choice—these people seemed to embody a culture that valued order, hierarchy, and spectacle. The city itself had an air of ancient grandeur, with grand columns, marble statues, and arches lining the streets, as if the city was a living homage to a lost empire.
Yet, beneath this veneer of civility and history, Ryoma sensed something more—a network of secret alliances, rivalries, and hidden agendas. The way people interacted, the way they carried themselves, told him that this society was built on a foundation of both tradition and deception.
He silently checked a merchant who appeared noble and trustworthy, uncovering that he was once a soldier in the city's elite guard. Another street performer, dressed like a senator, was actually a spy gathering whispers from the crowd.
Ryoma realized that to truly understand this city, he needed to see beyond the Roman costumes and mannerisms. The culture was a guise—a mask hiding the complex web of power, secrets, and ambitions beneath.
With this new insight, Ryoma decided to continue his exploration, knowing that the people's elegant façades might hide the key to unraveling the city's deepest mysteries—and perhaps, his own destiny.
As Ryoma moved through the lively streets, lost in thought and carefully observing the people around him, he didn't notice the figure approaching. Suddenly, with a soft but unmistakable bump, someone collided into him amidst the crowd.
He staggered a little, caught off guard, and looked down to see a young woman—her eyes wide with surprise. She was dressed in a flowing Roman-style tunic, her hair pulled back in a simple braid. Her expression was curious but cautious, as if she'd been caught off guard herself.
"Oh! I'm so sorry," she quickly said, stepping back and giving him a warm, apologetic smile. "I didn't see you there. Are you alright?"
Ryoma blinked, momentarily surprised by the sudden contact. He studied her carefully, instantly noticing the subtle way she looked around as if checking to see if anyone was watching her. There was an air of quiet awareness about her—like someone who knew more than she let on.
He responded calmly, "No harm done. Sometimes the city's so crowded, it's easy to forget to watch where you're going." His eyes flicked over her again, silently checking her background—what secrets might she be hiding?
She hesitated for a moment, then offered a small, guarded smile. "You seem new around here," she said softly. "I haven't seen you before. Are you passing through?"
Ryoma nodded, deciding to keep his questions open. "Just exploring," he replied. "Trying to understand this city's many faces."
She looked at him thoughtfully, then lowered her voice slightly. "Be careful," she warned. "Not everything here is what it seems. Sometimes, you have to look beyond the surface."
Her words piqued Ryoma's curiosity. He sensed there was more behind her gentle tone—perhaps she knew about the city's hidden truths, or maybe she had secrets of her own.
"Thank you," he said, giving her a curious glance. "I'll keep that in mind."
She nodded once more, then stepped back into the crowd, disappearing as quickly as she had appeared. Ryoma watched her go, a new spark of intrigue ignited in his mind.
Who was she? What secrets was she hiding? And what did her warning mean for his journey ahead? With a new sense of purpose, Ryoma continued his exploration, more aware than ever that every encounter in this city could lead him closer to the truth—or into its deepest shadows.
As Ryoma watched her blend into the bustling crowd, his eyes couldn't help but be drawn to her striking appearance. She was tall, with an almost commanding presence that made her stand out even among the lively market. Her hair, a cascade of shimmering purple and white, flowed down her back like a silken waterfall, catching the sunlight with every movement. Her eyes—bright turquoise—held a sharpness, a hint of mystery and strength, as if she had seen more than most in her lifetime.
Her skin was pale and flawless, almost glowing against the vibrant backdrop of the city. Her dress was practical yet elegant—a sturdy, well-worn tunic with leather accents, reinforced at the shoulders and waist, suggesting she was ready for action. The fabric bore subtle signs of armor beneath, hints of a warrior's readiness, or perhaps an adventurer's gear meant to endure both travel and combat.
She moved with purpose, her every step confident and precise. It was clear she was no ordinary city dweller—her appearance and demeanor told a story of someone who had faced danger, embarked on quests, or fought battles. She seemed to carry an aura of experience, as if she had seen the world's darker corners and survived.
Ryoma watched her disappear into the crowd, her presence lingering in his mind. He wondered where she was headed. Was she on a mission? Did she belong to a guild or perhaps hunt the city's hidden threats? Or was she simply passing through, a lone adventurer in a city full of secrets?
He felt a thrill of curiosity—this was someone who might hold vital clues, or perhaps be a formidable ally. With a quiet nod to himself, Ryoma decided to keep his eyes open. Every detail about her could be a piece of the puzzle, guiding him toward the truth hidden beneath the city's vibrant surface.
And so, with that thought, he resumed his wandering, more determined than ever to uncover the stories lurking behind every face, especially that mysterious figure with the purple-white hair and turquoise eyes.
As Ryoma watched her slip smoothly into the crowd, a subtle, almost imperceptible shift flickered in his gaze. His demeanor remained outwardly warm—friendly, attentive—but his eyes told a different story. Those piercing turquoise eyes, usually full of curiosity and openness, now held a sharp, calculating glint, as if he were seeing beyond the surface.
The warmth in his smile was genuine enough, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Instead, they flickered with a quiet vigilance, as if he was constantly analyzing, assessing, searching for something hidden beneath the girl's striking appearance. It was the kind of look that only someone who had learned to hide their true intentions could carry—calm on the outside, alert and cautious underneath.
Ryoma's mental "check" was working overtime. His powers told him that her confident stride and noble bearing concealed a level of alertness—perhaps even suspicion—matching his own hidden wariness. She might be a seasoned adventurer, or perhaps she was someone with her own secrets, wary of strangers.
He had seen many faces in his travels, and he knew the difference between a friendly smile and a guarded one. This girl's warmth was real, but her eyes—those bright turquoise orbs—held a flicker of something else: a warning, a hint of danger, or maybe just the weight of a past adventure.
Ryoma's instincts sharpened. He kept his posture relaxed but his mind alert. Every detail about her—her height, her hair, her eyes—was a clue. Something about her wasn't entirely what it seemed, and he sensed that she, too, was watching him just as carefully.
In this city of masks and secrets, appearances could be deceiving. Ryoma understood that fully now. And as he continued to walk, he resolved to stay cautious, to listen more carefully, and to learn what this mysterious warrior with the purple-white hair and turquoise eyes was truly hiding behind her confident exterior.
Because sometimes, the greatest truths were hidden behind the most captivating facades. And Ryoma was determined to uncover them.
Ryoma paused for a moment, studying her carefully, then offered a polite, yet cautious smile. His voice was steady, friendly but respectful.
"Well... I might sound idiotic, but I'm wondering—who are you?" he asked, his tone warm but edged with curiosity.
The girl with the purple-white hair and turquoise eyes looked at him, a faint smile playing on her lips. Then, with a calm, confident voice, she replied, "I'm Ana Valianus."
Ryoma nodded slowly, taking in her name. "Ana Valianus... pleasure to meet you, Lady Ana," he said, bowing his head slightly in a gesture of courtesy. "I'm Ryoma Ashron."
For a moment, they stood there in the bustling street, two strangers exchanging names amid the chaos of the city. Ryoma's mind raced—there was something about her that didn't quite add up, but he kept his tone smooth, listening carefully for any hidden clues.
Ana's gaze flickered briefly, as if she was assessing him just as much as he was her. But her smile remained gentle, even if her eyes hinted at a world of secrets.
"You're quite the traveler, Ryoma," she said softly. "The city holds many stories. I hope your journey is interesting—though I wonder if you're prepared for what's hidden beneath its surface."
Ryoma inclined his head, a subtle acknowledgment of her words. "That's why I'm here. To find out the truth, to understand what lies beneath the surface. And perhaps, to find allies along the way."
They exchanged a moment of silent understanding—two wanderers caught in a web of mysteries, each with their own secrets and stories. Ryoma knew that this encounter was no coincidence, and that Ana Valianus might hold a key to the truths he sought.
With that thought, he straightened up, ready to continue his exploration, feeling that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in his journey.
Ryoma chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Oh, so my features and clothes made it obvious I'm a traveler? Interesting… I guess I do stand out a bit."
Ana nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Yeah... it's true. In this small city, travelers are rare — like a breath of fresh air. Most people here are born and raised, or have settled in for generations. Seeing someone like you—someone who's clearly been through many places—it's not something you see every day."
Ryoma smiled slightly, feeling a flicker of curiosity. "Well, I suppose that makes me a little peculiar around here. But I like to think I'm just passing through, trying to understand this city and its secrets."
Ana looked at him with a faint smile, eyes shimmering with a mix of curiosity and caution. "Well, Ryoma, I don't think it's just coincidence you're here now. This city hides many things—things most locals don't even know exist. If you're really here to uncover the truth, you'll have to be careful."
Ryoma nodded, appreciating her warning. "I've learned to be cautious. Every city has its secrets, after all. And sometimes, the most obvious outsider has the best chances of discovering what's hidden."
She studied him for a moment longer, then softly said, "Maybe we can help each other. I know this city well, but I've been searching for something too. Perhaps we can share what we know."
Ryoma's eyes sharpened with interest. "That sounds like a good plan. Two minds are better than one in a place like this."
And with that, an unspoken understanding passed between them—the beginning of an alliance, born from curiosity and the desire to uncover what lurked beneath the city's vibrant façade.
Ryoma rubbed the back of his neck, a slightly sheepish expression on his face as he looked at Ana. "Honestly, I need to find a job, but not just a boring one—something exciting, something that makes me feel alive. I've got some coins and a dagger, that's about it. I want to do more than just sit around or work behind a desk. I want to be out there, facing challenges, making a real difference."
He paused for a moment, his eyes flickering with determination. "I've been toying with the idea of joining one of the guilds, but I don't want to settle for something that's just routine. I want to be an adventurer—someone who's out in the world, risking it all for a true cause. That's what I'm after."
Looking at Ana, he added with a grin, "So, yeah—I need a job that's got some fight, some purpose. Nothing dull or just paperwork. I want the kind of work that keeps me on my toes, where every day is a new challenge."
He chuckled softly. "Guess I'm a bit impatient. But I figure if I'm going to start, I might as well aim high, right?"
Ana tilted her head slightly, a knowing smile forming on her lips. "It seems you want to be an adventurer, huh?" she said, her tone gentle but teasing, as if she could see right through his words.
She crossed her arms casually, eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and understanding. "That's a bold choice. Not everyone has the courage—or the crazy spirit—to chase after danger and excitement like that. But I get it. Life's too short to be stuck doing dull things."
She paused for a moment, then added with a smirk, "Just remember, being an adventurer isn't all glory and heroics. It's risky, unpredictable—and sometimes, it'll test your limits in ways you never expected."
Her gaze sharpened slightly. "But if you're serious about it, I can help you find your way. Just don't forget—sometimes the greatest adventures come with the greatest dangers."
Ryoma nodded firmly, a spark of determination in his eyes. "Yes, I want to be one. I think it would be way more fun than just doing paper works. I want to face real challenges, see the world, and maybe even make a name for myself."
He cracked a small smile, confidence growing. "No more sitting behind a desk or doing mundane tasks. I want to live for the thrill, the danger, and the adventure. That's what I'm aiming for."
Looking at Ana with a hint of a grin, he added, "So, if you know any guilds or paths that can get me started, I'm all ears. I'm ready to jump in and do whatever it takes."
Ryoma nodded thoughtfully, considering Ana's words. "That makes sense. So, it really depends on what I want to do long-term. If I want to stay here for a while, there might be different options than if I want to keep moving."
He looked around at the bustling city streets, then back at Ana. "So, how many options do I really have? I mean, how many guilds or places could I sign up with around here?"
Ana smiled slightly, her eyes glinting with knowledge. "In this city, we have six main guilds. Each one offers something different, depending on what kind of adventure you're after."
Ryoma's interest piqued. "Six? That's a lot. Can you tell me more about them?"
Ana nodded. "Sure:
1. The Blade's Honor** — Focused on combat and protection. They take jobs like guarding caravans, fighting monsters, or participating in battles. If you want to prove yourself in combat, this is a good place."
**2. The Seekers of Lore** — A guild for explorers, archaeologists, and scholars. They seek out ruins, uncover ancient secrets, and study forgotten histories. If you're curious and love discovery, this fits."
**3. The Shadow's Veil** — Covert operations, espionage, and infiltration. They work in the shadows, gathering intelligence or carrying out secret missions. It's dangerous, but lucrative."
**4. The Silver Traders** — Deal with commerce, trading, and negotiations. If you want a more flexible role, maybe traveling and earning through deals, this could be your path."
**5. The Guardians of the Realm** — Protectors of the city and its order. They work with the city guard, maintaining peace and defending against threats. Stable but disciplined."
**6. The Wildborn** — Wilderness adventure, tracking, hunting, and surviving in the wild. If you prefer outdoor life and nature, this is where you belong."
Ryoma looked at her, a little excited but also pondering. "So, it really depends on what I want for my future, huh?"
Ana gave a knowing smile. "Exactly. Think about what kind of adventures excite you most. Do you want to fight? Explore? Hunt? Or maybe something else? Once you know that, choosing a guild will be easier."
Ryoma grinned. "Thanks, Ana. I think I'll visit a few and see where I feel most at home. This city's full of possibilities."
She nodded, her eyes sparkling. "Good luck, Ryoma. And remember—whatever path you choose, be careful. The city's secrets can be dangerous, but they can also make you stronger."
Ryoma nodded in return, feeling more confident. With a clearer idea of his options, he was ready to take the first step into his new adventure.
Ryoma looked at Ana with a curious expression, his eyes narrowing slightly as he asked, "And which guild are you working with, exactly?"
Ana responded with a calm smile, "I'm part of Blade's Honor, one of the adventure guilds here. We focus on combat, protection, and taking on dangerous jobs that require strength and skill."
She paused for a moment, then added thoughtfully, "But honestly, I recommend you choose the guild that feels right for you—somewhere you can truly belong. The best path is the one where your heart feels at home, not just the most obvious or popular choice."
Her advice carried a tone of wisdom, emphasizing that finding a guild that resonated with his ambitions and personality would lead to a more fulfilling adventure.
Ryoma leaned back slightly, his brow furrowed as he mulled over Ana's advice. He looked at the list of guilds again, weighing the options in his mind.
After a moment of silence, he finally spoke, his voice thoughtful. "You know… I think I'll go with the last option—the Wildborn. It's probably the one that suits me least, but maybe that's exactly what I need."
He cracked a small, determined smile. "I want to be somewhere I can really test myself, out in the wild, hunting, tracking, surviving. It's risky, but I think that's where I'll find the kind of adventure I'm looking for."
Ryoma looked at Ana, a flicker of excitement in his eyes. "Sometimes, the best adventures come from the places you least expect, right?"
Ana smiled warmly at Ryoma, her eyes reflecting a hint of approval. "Well, yeah, that's possible," she said softly, nodding in understanding. "Sometimes the greatest adventures come from taking the road less traveled, even if it's the most dangerous one."
She paused briefly, then added with a teasing grin, "Just promise me you'll be careful out there. The wilds can be unforgiving, but they can also make you stronger."
Her tone was reassuring, encouraging him to follow his instincts and embrace the challenge ahead.
Ana's expression grew serious as she looked at Ryoma, her smile fading into a more contemplative gaze. She took a slow breath before speaking, her voice calm but edged with caution.
"Ryoma," she began, "I need to tell you a few things. Listen carefully. Since you're a traveler and an aspiring adventurer, you should know that the dangers aren't just lurking outside the city walls—they're everywhere. The streets, the alleys, even within these very walls—danger can strike at any moment."
She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as she chose her words carefully. "The city isn't as safe as it might seem. There are secrets, rival factions, petty thieves, and even darker forces hiding in the shadows. An incident could happen to anyone, whether you're prepared or not. A careless word, a wrong turn—those are all it takes."
Ana's voice grew more earnest. "And I want you to understand—adventure, the kind you're dreaming of, can bring great rewards. Fame, fortune, stories that will be told for generations. But those benefits come at a high cost. Sometimes, it's your life on the line. Sometimes, you might lose everything—your coin, your gear, your safety, even your future."
She looked directly into Ryoma's eyes, her tone firm but not unkind. "This path is dangerous, and it's not for everyone. You have to be willing to accept that. Because in this line of work, the line between life and death is razor-thin. And the choices you make could be the difference between coming back or not."
Ana paused again, letting her words sink in. "If you're truly serious about this, I'm glad. But remember—adventure isn't just about the glory. It's about knowing the risks, respecting the dangers, and being ready for whatever may come. Stay alert, stay cautious, and don't forget: sometimes, the greatest heroism is simply surviving to fight another day."
She gave Ryoma a softer smile, a hint of encouragement mixed with warning. "If you keep that in mind, you might just find your place out there. But be wise—you're stepping into a world where every decision could change your life forever."
Anna glanced at Ryoma, her brow furrowing slightly as she considered his request. There was a flicker of hesitation in her eyes—she knew the dangers that awaited outside the safety of the city walls, and she didn't want to see him get hurt. But she also saw the earnestness in his gaze, the desire to learn, to understand what it meant to be an adventurer.
"Hmm," she mused softly, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "You really want to come with me? It's not just a walk in the park, Ryoma. Delivering a shipment can be dangerous, especially if we encounter bandits or worse. Are you sure you're ready for that kind of risk?"
Ryoma nodded firmly, a determined look on his face. "I may not have much experience, but I want to learn. I want to see the guild you work for, the place where adventurers like you prepare for the real world. I think I need to see it with my own eyes to understand what I'm getting into."
Ana studied him for a moment longer, then sighed with a slight smile, her protective instincts fighting with her respect for his resolve. "Alright," she said finally. "But you have to promise me—you'll stay close, listen carefully, and follow my lead. No wandering off or trying to prove yourself. This isn't a game, Ryoma. It's real, and it can be deadly."
She reached out and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "If you're serious about this, I'll give you a taste of what it's like. Just remember—adventure is unpredictable. But maybe, just maybe, this will be the start of something bigger for you."
With that, Ana nodded towards the city gates, ready to set out on her delivery, and gestured for Ryoma to follow. The journey was about to begin, and neither of them knew exactly what lay ahead — but one thing was certain: this was the first step into a world where courage and caution would walk side by side.
/ Time skip /
Ryoma and Ana embarked on their daring journey along the winding trail, their footsteps crunching softly on the leaf-strewn path as they carried a mysterious crate brimming with rare herbs, shimmering enchanted stones, and vital supplies. Each step brought new challenges—twisted roots, sudden storms, and elusive creatures lurking in the shadows—yet their determination never wavered. Ryoma's keen senses and Ana's quick wit turned obstacles into opportunities, forging ahead through dense forests and across rugged mountains. As they ventured deeper into uncharted territory, whispers of ancient secrets and hidden treasures beckoned, promising that their cargo might hold the key to unlocking a forgotten world—if they could survive the perilous journey and unlock the secrets within the crate.
Eager to reach the guild before sunset and avoid the bustling, congested main roads filled with merchants and travelers, Ryoma and Ana made a bold decision: they would take the secret shortcut through the dense, mysterious forest, an old winding trail spoken of in hushed stories and local legends. The path was said to weave through ancient trees that seemed to whisper secrets, shadowed by tangled vines and thick underbrush that obscured the sky. As they entered the forest, a sense of both excitement and unease settled over them, their senses heightened by the unfamiliar sounds—cracking branches, distant animal calls, and the rustling of unseen creatures. With each step, the trail grew more treacherous, twisting unexpectedly and plunging them into darkness beneath the canopy. Yet, driven by their urgency and curiosity, they pressed on, unaware that their choice to take this hidden route would soon lead them into a world of forgotten magic, lurking dangers, and perhaps, the greatest discovery of their lives.
Initially, the secret shortcut appeared ideal—a canopy of cool, refreshing shade filtering the sunlight, the gentle melodies of birdsong and rustling leaves creating a calming atmosphere, and the trail itself winding smoothly through the tranquil forest. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming wildflowers, offering a refreshing respite from the chaos of the main roads. The path's gentle incline and natural clearings suggested they were making good time, and for a moment, Ryoma and Ana felt a surge of relief, believing their risky decision was paying off. The serenity of the surroundings seemed to cloak them in a peaceful bubble, making the journey feel almost magical as they hurried along, eager to reach their destination faster than ever before.
However, as they pressed further into the heart of the forest, the once peaceful and inviting surroundings began to shift dramatically. The cheerful chirping of birds faded into an eerie silence, broken only by the faint creaking of ancient trees swaying in the wind. Shadows grew longer and darker, casting strange shapes across the trail, and the air became thick with an unsettling stillness. The lush greenery gave way to twisted, gnarled branches that seemed to reach out like silent sentinels, and a faint, ominous whispering echoed through the dense foliage. With each step, the vibrant beauty of the forest was replaced by an unsettling sense of foreboding, hinting that they had wandered into a realm far more mysterious and dangerous than they had initially realized.
As they continued deeper into the forest, the shifting shadows among the towering trees seemed to dance and flicker unpredictably, creating an unsettling atmosphere. Out of nowhere, a sudden rustling in the dense underbrush startled them, and before they could react, a group of rugged bandits materialized abruptly, emerging from the tangled foliage with menacing grins and weapons drawn. Their eyes gleamed with greed and suspicion as they stepped into the narrow trail, effectively blocking Ryoma and Ana's path. The bandits' rough voices echoed through the silent woods, demanding their supplies and daring them to make a move, turning what once seemed like a peaceful shortcut into a perilous trap that could threaten their lives at any moment.
These bandits, infamous across the region for their audacious raids on unwary travelers, had been lurking in the shadows of the forest, patiently waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Skilled at ambushes and quick to seize opportunities, they knew the secluded trail was an ideal spot to catch unsuspecting victims off guard. Their rugged appearances, scarred faces, and gleaming weapons betrayed their ruthless nature, and their eyes flicked eagerly over Ryoma and Ana, assessing the value of their cargo and the potential for a quick, lucrative take. Having studied the route and the routines of those who dared to pass through, they had carefully laid their trap, confident that this unsuspecting pair would become their next victims in a calculated act of daring theft.
Ryoma's chest fluttered with a surge of adrenaline, his heartbeat pounding loudly in his ears as fear and tension gripped him. For a moment, he felt a wave of panic threaten to overwhelm him, but then he took a deep, steadying breath, recalling the rigorous training he had undergone. His mind cleared, focusing on the techniques and strategies he had practiced tirelessly—calmly assessing the situation, calculating his options, and preparing to act swiftly. Drawing strength from his training, he steadied his hands and steeled himself for whatever came next, determined not to let fear control him in this critical moment.
Thinking swiftly in the heat of the moment, Ryoma subtly leaned in and softly instructed Ana to seek cover behind a nearby large, sturdy rock, urging her to stay hidden and silent. Meanwhile, he stepped forward with a daring grin, exuding a sense of unwavering confidence that belied his true apprehension. With a steady voice and commanding gestures, he began to taunt and challenge the bandits, deliberately making himself a tempting target to draw their attention away from Ana's hiding spot. His bold display was a calculated gamble—aimed at confusing the bandits, giving Ana a chance to regroup or escape unnoticed, and perhaps even buying precious time for a plan to unfold.
Meanwhile, Ana moved swiftly and silently, relying on her agility and sharp senses to navigate through the dense underbrush and shadows. She carefully circled around the bandits, staying low and blending into the environment, her movements precise and calculated to avoid detection. With eyes constantly scanning, she searched for an opening or a weakness in their formation—perhaps a moment of distraction or a gap in their guard—that she could exploit to outsmart the attackers. Her heart pounded with a mix of fear and determination as she silently plotted her next move, determined to find a way to turn the tide in their favor and ensure their escape from the dangerous situation.
As Ana moved stealthily through the undergrowth, her sharp eyes caught sight of a broken, fallen branch lying just a few feet away. With a quick, practiced motion, she grabbed the branch and hurled it with precise aim towards a cluster of the bandits. The loud crack of the branch striking the ground and the sudden rustling in the bushes drew their attention away from Ryoma. Seizing the moment, Ryoma quickly took a few silent steps forward, slipping past the distracted bandits and finding a safer, less exposed route through the forest. Ana's quick thinking and accurate throw had bought them just enough time to avoid immediate danger, allowing Ryoma to reposition and plan their next move in the tense, unfolding escape.
Drawing on their shared bravery and quick-wittedness, Ryoma and Ana coordinated their efforts to outsmart the cunning bandits, employing a mix of strategic deception and daring moves. Ryoma created a distraction, acting confident and bold to divert the bandits' attention, while Ana used her agility and sharp instincts to navigate around them, exploiting their momentary confusion. Together, they executed a series of precise actions—perhaps setting a clever trap, making a quick escape through hidden paths, or using their environment to their advantage—ultimately outmaneuvering their attackers. Their combined courage and ingenuity allowed them to continue their journey unimpeded, and after navigating the treacherous forest and overcoming the danger, they arrived safely at the guild, their precious cargo still secure and undamaged, ready to face whatever awaited them next.
.As Ryoma and Ana continued their trek through the forest, an inexplicable chill ran down their spines, and an uneasy feeling grew stronger with each step. The once-familiar trail suddenly seemed tense and foreboding, as if something was wrong. Their instincts told them that they had been watched or deliberately led into a trap, and the surrounding silence felt heavy with anticipation. It didn't take long before they realized that their route had been deliberately compromised—perhaps signs of recent activity or disturbed foliage hinted that enemies had been lying in wait. The sense of vulnerability sharpened their awareness, making it clear that they were no longer alone and that danger was imminent, forcing them to quickly adapt to the new, perilous situation.
Suddenly, without warning, the bandits emerged abruptly from their concealed positions among the thick trees and tangled underbrush, startling Ryoma and Ana. With menacing snarls and ominous glints in their eyes, they stepped into the path, brandishing weapons that shimmered in the dappled sunlight. Their sudden appearance cut off any chance of retreat, as they encircled the travelers with aggressive postures and hostile intent. The ambush had been perfectly executed, catching Ryoma and Ana off guard, forcing them into a tense confrontation with danger closing in from all sides.
The unexpected nature of the attack left Ryoma and Ana stunned and unprepared, forcing them to rapidly evaluate their surroundings and the threat before them. With their hearts pounding and adrenaline surging through their veins, they had to quickly analyze the bandits' positioning, weapons, and intentions in order to determine the best course of action. Every second counted as they scrambled to formulate a plan to defend themselves or find an opening to escape from this perilous situation.
Recognizing that they had fallen into a carefully laid trap, Ryoma and Ana instinctively steadied themselves, quickly assessing their options to either stand their ground and fight or find a way to break free. With their lives and the precious cargo hanging in the balance, they relied on their instincts, courage, and quick thinking to navigate the perilous situation.
Every second was critical as they prepared to defend themselves against the bandits' threats or seize the opportunity to escape, knowing that their ability to stay calm and resourceful could mean the difference between disaster and survival.
/But suddenly they realized that ...
Just as the bandits began to close in, tightening the circle around them with jeering confidence, Ryoma subtly shifted his stance, placing himself slightly in front of Ana. His eyes scanned rapidly—counting six assailants, each armed and ready. The leader, a burly brute with a scar that split his lip into a perpetual sneer, stepped forward, twirling a crude but heavy axe in one hand.
"Well now," the leader growled, eyeing their packs with greedy satisfaction. "What've we got here? A courier and his shadow, wandering too far from safety."
Ryoma didn't flinch. "You've made a mistake," he said coldly, his hand brushing the hilt of his blade.
"Have we?" the leader mocked, motioning for his men to advance.
But before they could make their move, Ana acted. She bent low and swept her foot through the underbrush, revealing a narrow crevice hidden beneath a patch of moss—a natural pit, just wide enough for a man to fall through. It had been barely noticeable before, but Ana's keen senses had picked it out during their first pass. Now, she hurled a small rock into the opening, drawing attention.
Two of the bandits turned instinctively toward the sound—and Ryoma exploded into motion.
With a burst of speed, he charged at the momentarily distracted pair, drawing his blade in a smooth arc. His strike was swift and controlled—not to kill, but to disable. One bandit dropped to the ground clutching his leg, screaming in pain. The other stumbled back, stunned, giving Ryoma space to retreat.
At the same time, Ana grabbed a pouch from her belt and flung it into the air. It burst in a cloud of bitter smoke and fine ash—homemade chaff used to obscure vision and clog the senses. The forest filled with coughing and shouting as the bandits recoiled.
"Now!" Ana cried, sprinting toward the thickest part of the woods.
Ryoma followed close behind, sheathing his blade and grabbing Ana's hand to keep pace as they darted through the trees, weaving between trunks and leaping over tangled roots. Behind them, the bandits shouted and cursed, tripping over each other and struggling to navigate the smoke-filled air.
They didn't stop running until the sounds of pursuit had faded into silence.
Finally, they collapsed beside a moss-covered boulder, panting and wide-eyed, their lungs burning.
"That smoke trick of yours," Ryoma said between breaths, "remind me to thank you properly when we get out of this forest."
Ana managed a breathless grin. "Just don't get stabbed and we'll call it even."
Ryoma peered through the trees, listening carefully. "They'll regroup fast. We need a route they can't follow, fortunately I was able to rob there map huhuhuh."
Ana smiles , nodded and unrolled a rough, hand-drawn map. "There's a ravine ahead—too steep for a large group. If we cut through it and double back along the streambed, we can lose them. But we'll have to move fast."
Without another word, they set off again, following Ana's lead through the narrowing trees toward the ravine. The sun had begun to dip lower, casting long shadows across the forest floor, and every sound felt magnified in the tense stillness. But Ryoma and Ana pressed on, using their knowledge, speed, and trust in each other to stay ahead of the threat.
They didn't look back.
The forest would not defeat them—not today.
And whatever lay ahead at the guild, they would arrive not only with the cargo intact but with new scars, stories, and strength forged by fire.
The forest was finally quiet again. After escaping the brutal ambush, the oppressive tension that had hung in the air seemed to lift, replaced by the more familiar rustle of leaves and chirping of distant birds. Ryoma and Ana pushed forward, their steps heavy with exhaustion but steady, following a narrow dirt trail leading out of the woods.
No signs of pursuit. No sounds of footsteps behind them.
Ryoma exhaled sharply, brushing dirt off his shoulder.
"Well… looks like we made it past the worst part."
Ana nodded. "Yeah. We'll reach the guild outpost before sunset if we keep this pace."
They walked in silence for a moment, the adrenaline beginning to wear off. Ryoma finally glanced sideways and said,
"Didn't expect a simple escort to be this much trouble."
Ana gave a short, dry chuckle. "If it were easy, I wouldn't have needed a partner."
Ryoma shrugged. "Well, now that I'm this far in... maybe I'll check out that guild of yours."
Ana raised an eyebrow, but her tone remained cool.
"Your choice. You might like it. Or maybe you'll never set foot there again."
Ryoma didn't reply right away. He was still cautious around her—but curiosity had taken root.
The sun dipped lower, painting the sky in soft oranges as they crested a low hill. Just ahead, the trees thinned, revealing the outline of a sturdy wooden structure: a tower, a broad hall, and a tall banner fluttering in the wind — the emblem of Ana's Adventurers Guild.
Ryoma paused, scanning the place.
"So this is where you started out?"
Ana nodded. "Yeah. A place for rookies... or for people looking for something real. Or at least, they think they are."
Ryoma gave a faint smirk. "Guess I'll see for myself."
/Time skip /
The hall was buzzing with activity: clinking mugs, footsteps, chatter, and the thump of missions being posted. Adventurers of all types filled the space — armor, cloaks, staves, even a few familiars lying by the fireplace.
Ana stepped up to the counter and dropped the sealed package onto it.
"Mission complete. Forest route — encountered a hostile ambush."
The guild clerk, not looking up, asked,
"Mission name?"
Ana replied plainly, "Secure Delivery. Southern Route."
The clerk raised his head and glanced at Ryoma.
"And this is… your partner?"
Ana: "For this mission. New, but handled himself."
Ryoma: "For now."
The clerk stamped the form, then smiled faintly.
"Well, Ryoma... welcome to the guild. If you're interested, you can register officially. But first — rest. Tonight, the food and bed are on us."
Ana gave Ryoma a quick glance, no warmth or expectation in her eyes.
"You decide. My job's done."
The night passed quietly. Warm food, a solid roof, and a moment of peace should've been comforting — but Ryoma remained restless. As laughter echoed through the guild hall and new faces approached with casual greetings, he stayed distant. Polite, but withdrawn.
The next morning, before most were even awake, Ryoma stood at the edge of the guild yard. His gear was packed. The air was cool and crisp, sunlight barely breaking through the low morning fog.
Ana approached quietly from behind, her voice flat but not unfriendly.
"You're leaving."
Ryoma didn't turn at first. He simply nodded.
"Yeah. This was never meant to be permanent."
Ana crossed her arms, eyes studying him.
"You sure? With your skills, the guild could use someone like you."
Ryoma finally turned, meeting her gaze.
"Maybe. But I'm not looking to join anything right now. I've got other things to do. Other places to be."
Ana didn't press. She just gave a short nod.
"You kept your word. Got the cargo here, even through an ambush. That's more than most."
He offered a faint smirk. "Well... thanks for not getting me killed out there."
She smiled, just a little. "Likewise."
For a moment, the two stood in silence — no promises, no farewells heavy with emotion. Just mutual respect between two travelers whose paths had briefly crossed.
Ryoma adjusted the strap on his pack and looked toward the forest trail.
"Maybe we'll cross paths again."
Ana shrugged. "Maybe. Just don't die out there."
Without another word, Ryoma turned and walked away — his silhouette fading into the morning mist, leaving the comfort and chaos of the guild behind.
He didn't know exactly where he was headed next, but his stride was sure. He wasn't lost.
Just free.