Even with sub-human statuses, the group of Ames, Calace, Amulak, Raymond, Magpie, and Ari were able to fully enjoy the sights and sounds of Nyu-Taro. Some of them may not be able to withstand the planet’s gravity, but there was nothing that impeded their sense of the world around them. Beautiful people were practically everywhere, regardless of what perception setting they had, and the vibrant colors of the city-state popped out with just as much freshness as one would from seeing a tourism-focused city in real life. The street that the strange man directed them towards looked to be one of the busier streets too, enough so that, with all the festivities going on, it was absolutely congested. Normal people filled the street itself, but even the walls of surrounding buildings and the rooftops were filled with people. Immortals and Riens alike, so long as their statuses allowed it, ran on vertical surfaces or hopped from one building to the other, while the music of the Ryoku-Jo clan, filled with percussions and brass, resounded brightly and obnoxiously through the air, though the exact source was hard to tell.

Food stalls were set up in every available spot by the street, and carriage-drivers urged their oxen through the same roads that pedestrians took. Sometimes, the oxen were the ones brushing people by. Other times, the people were the ones brushing oxen by. In a world where superhuman individuals were high in number and could only be distinguished from others by their outlandish attire, the frenetic chaos was certainly intense. Interspersed chaotically upon footprint-marked walls were posters, depicting in bold brushstrokes what looked suspiciously like [url=https://i.imgur.com/HpmVbfI.png]a schoolgirl in a sailor uniform[/url], a fox mask covering her face and limbs of red, lacquered wood extending out from her back. In black, calligraphic script were the words ‘Rinkan Annihilation Tournament Victor: Ryoku-Jo’s Flamebringer Princess’.

There wasn’t much time to linger though, not when the crowds pushed anyone swept in along for the ride. Though Ari, Ames, Raymond, and Magpie were able to make it through fairly smoothly, with the catgirl finding it particularly easy to navigate the busy streets, once again, Calace and Amulak lagged behind, jostled to and fro by the disorientatingly attractive masses. Their companions helped them along though, ensuring that no one was separated from the group, and after some more struggling, the six of them broke out to the side, right at the doorstep of a teahouse. A wooden plaque designated the place as ‘Mei Rei Tan’, and, just as that vagrant-sage-shitter said, there was an old man sitting cross-legged a couple meters beside it.

In a world where 90% of the Rien population seemed to be at least moderately attractive, this particular fellow was the 10%. His skin, dark and sunburnt, was stretched over his thin bones, and liver spots marked his almost bald head. The robes he wore to cover himself up must have been white one day, but had yellowed with age and browned with…just more age, hopefully. A scraggly grey beard dipped down all the way to his ankles, and his dark, bulging eyes were clouded, staring a hole into the ground that he sat on. Shallow breaths hissed out from between rotted teeth, and his stomach caved inwards.

In front of him lay a straw hat; only a couple paper bills sat in it.
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