[center][i]"Thirteen years old."[/i][/center]

That was the age where boys in this village began their transformation into men. When they put down the sticks and started handling blades for the first time in their young lives. It was especially true for [i][color=a0410d]Ein,[/color][/i] the son of the Hero who had slain the Overlord of Evil; or at least, that's what the village made it out to be. The son of a hero, finally becoming a man. It was a sight to behold, but Ein never wanted any part of it.

[color=f9ad81]"How's it feel, my boy?"[/color] the hero asked, a hand on Ein's shoulder as the two made their way down the road. Oceanic-blue eyes stared at the ground in front of him; his fluffy white hair softly laying over his head as his brown overcoat flowed in waves behind him as he walked.

[color=a0410d]"It feels the same as any other day, father,"[/color] the "now-man" gently spoke, with apathy in his voice. [i][color=a0410d]'No... It feels horrible. Why do I have to follow in your footsteps just because YOU slew some stupid demon?'[/color][/i] he thought, closing his eyes. Ein had no interest in swords or hunting. How could he enjoy something like that with the shadow of someone greater looming over him? It was all or nothing- no, not even nothing. His father wouldn't allow anything other than "all," and "all" was too much. 

[color=f9ad81]"Aw, cheer up, son. You're finally a man!"[/color] The hero gave Ein a hearty pat on the back, making him flinch and reopen his eyes. [color=f9ad81]"Now. You've got a busy schedule ahead of you. We have to find you a suitable beast to slay, after all. However, until then, I'm taking you to my favorite place to celebrate!"[/color] Even though Ein wanted to groan, he's had enough experience with containing himself. There was no use fighting this kind of stubbornness.

[i][color=a0410d]'Yeah... I'm not interested in becoming an alcoholic like you, either, father,'[/color][/i] he kept to himself, as he knew exactly where they were headed. 

[center][color=AAAAAA]The Truesilver Tavern.[/color][/center]

With the sun resting on the horizon, about to set for the day, the father and son step inside the Tavern, ready to indulge in the bitter drink for the week. Well, at least one of them was ready. [color=a0410d][i]'Someone... just save me already.'[/i][/color]