The City of Venne was as bustling as ever today, the sun shone bright, casting a favorable shade over his face as his strange wide-brimmed straw hat covered his face. It has been nearly a week since he had left Venne for a job, now returning and his job completed, he has returned. Turns out it didn't take as long as he thought it would have. This was good to him, it meant he managed to keep more than he thought he would that was set aside for necessities along the road.

He got stares as he stepped through the marketplace on the way to the Adventurer's Guild, but unlike how it was many years past, these were not stares of curiosity, and more of them noticing he has returned. This red garb of his and striking and strange sword strapped to his side were now his signature as far as they were concerned, but this garb and sword meant too much to him to change his style. Although he did not hesitate to take on a few native pieces of gear, such as the belt strapping a shortsword at his side, the greaves and gauntlets he wears, and the shirt beneath his red garb. He greeted some of the cityfolk as he passed through, the fish market clerk he buys his fish from, some of the other grocers, and even giving the kids a friendly greeting. Living within the city as an adventurer has afforded him many opportunities and a life so different he could hardly believe his life before this was ever real.

Still, this sword and garb were what kept him grounded to his past, those thoughts ran through his head once more as he entered the Adventurer's Guild, turning in for his completed job. With an affirmative he silently set to rest before looking for the next thing to do again.

Yet as he would, he would curiously eye the small girl, who he would recognize as one of great will. Having boasted she would surpass all Swords set above her, including him. This was when he was a 5 of Swords, and she was a 4. He would reach the rank of 6 before she would reach 5 though. Last he heard she is now a 5, which made sense. She was eyeing that poster asking for 5s and up quite closely. The one that had joined her was a meek young lad, he did not recognize him, but that made sense. He didn't seem the type at all to make his presence known, silently he stepped up behind the two. His training in a temple at one point in his life with what he didn't know at the time were shinobi subconsciously coming into play, and almost out of the blue,

[color=ed1c24]"So will you take it, or stare knives into the piece of paper?"[/color], he inquired. His suddenly now known presence should startle them at least, but his almost mocking and pitying smile and gaze both kind and condescending would add to his smug mischief. His eyes were sharp, so it was really between this gaze, or an intense flaring gaze.

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