[center][h1]~ Chapter 1 ~[/h1]
[sub]The First Arcadia[/sub][/center]

	In the Village of Arcadia, there lived a particularly boisterous man named [i]Jenso.[/i] He was a kind man, always ready to step up to the town's chief whenever he was being unfair, or defend the local kids from thugs and bullies. Everyone knew his name in Arcadia. Though the town was relatively small, it still spoke miles about his reputation and strength. Not only did he have a strong heart, but his physical abilities were slightly beyond those of his peers, and his feats spread joy and hope throughout the people of his peaceful little town.

	A quaint life, and definitely not one that you'd associate with a hero! Jenso didn't seek glory or fame, but deep inside his heart, there was a longing for adventure and growth. There wasn't much adrenaline to be found living in Arcadia though, aside from the occasional street fight with local thugs. But Jenso would find that today was going to be a little more eventful than he'd initially planned.

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	On his usual trip to the market to pick up lunch and search for something to do, Jenso found himself face to face with a strange man that cut into his path from the right, stopping and turning to look him over from top to bottom. He was a little shorter than him, and wore a black mask that covered the entirety of his face, ending at the neck and ears. It almost looked like it was molded to his skin. His hair was a bright snowy white and spiky, split into 8 or 9 fronds that curved backwards, like they were stuck in place with some sort of magic. His eyes matched his wintry bangs, but shone like little silver flames, drowning in the blackness of his mask. The man's attired hugged his body. A pair of chain covered leggings, held together with light grey fabric, and a vest that loosely covered part of his chest, but showed off his toned stomach and slightly muscular arms. He didn't have an expression, but his eyes seemed to convey a subtle sense of glee. The man ignored Jenso after the small encounter, and turned around, dashing towards the Market district. A strange encounter, no doubt. Who was that man?