It had been a few hours since the women were brought to the temple by the adventurers, who, turns out, took a quest to help the village due to constant pillaging of goblins during the dark night. The white haired male stayed behind, telling the adventurers that he will be burying the dead bodies of the villagers, alone. Although for the adventurers, his motives for doing so were unclear, but as a samurai, it is a must for him to bury the innocent who perished in any way.

After those few hours, the male had finished his job of burying the dead bodies. Staring at the large number of mounds and tombstones jutting out, he felt guilty for not being able to reach the village in time. And he also felt anger coursing through his veins. He gripped the hilt of his tachi tightly, as if trying to channel the anger onto his sword. After a while, he calmed down, and scavenged the ruined village for anything useful he could find.

. . . . . .

The male found several more clothing, lots of copper and silver coins and a few gold coins, a few satchels and pouches, some knives, hoes, sickles, vegetables and dried meat, and flasks of water. He felt guilty doing this, but in a world where only the fittest will survive, he had to do so. He found himself conflicted whether this was humane or not. His code of honour, or bushido felt breached, compromised, broken even. Quickly shaking his head, he walked out of the ruined village with the loot, leaving behind a village that would only be forgotten by so many and would be erased from any map.

The next day

'I finally reached the town,' the male thought. He had heard from the mage that the town was southeast from the forest he had been literally living off from. As it took them a day to get to the village, so did it took a day for the white haired male to arrive. He had tentatively listened to her speech about the 'guilds', where it was a place where you can become an adventurer and take quests from people. You yourself can also make a quest of your own. In turn of completing the quest, you acquire a reward from the receptionist. The male had no clue who the heck this receptionist was, so the mage told him that it is a woman who he will first see behind a counter (which she had to explain what a counter was) if the guild was ever empty.

Taking note of the bustling surroundings, where people are walking around in multiple directions, he found himself sandwiched multiple times just to get to the guild that the mage described.

'Holy God of War Susanoo, will I ever survive this war?' The male thought when he finally got out of the human traffic and was standing in front of a road where there were only several stalls down the road and even less people than those suffocating the white haired, releasing any sort of dissapointment in him, due to being simply glad that he managed to get out it.

Initially, he strolled through the guild's door, thinking that nothing could possibly go wrong.

He was wrong.

As soon as he opened the door, he was treated to a sight of party members arguing about something. He heard something about 'taking their quest', causing the white haired to wonder why he even decided to join a guild just to see it beginning to shamble apart like an earthquake. He even saw the receptionist trying to calm them down, to no avail.

"What is going on here?" The male asked, his hand resting on his tachi. All eyes came onto him.

"Oh look. A newbie," one of the party members who were quarreling said out.

"Way to state the obvious," the white hair said rhetorically, sparking anger, as the party member began approaching the white haired male.

"Who do you think you are?" He asked threateningly.

"A person who just wants to know what the hell's going on," the white haired replied calmly. Upon hearing this, the opposite party stated, "they took our quest!"

"No! You did!"

"Who got here first?! Us!"

"Who completed it first?! Us!"

"Why don't you just split the reward between the two of you? Surely taking another quest wouldn't hurt. Am I correct?" The white haired suggested.

"Yes, but-"

"Now, now," the receptionist stated, before her aura began to darken. Knowing this, the two fearfully accepted the male's idea and split the reward, before finding another quest that would suit their conditions. The receptionist soon heaved a sigh of relief.

"I thought that would last forever. Thank you for stepping in," she said to the white haired, smiling. The male simply nodded as his reply.

"So, are you here to sign up as an adventurer?" She asked once more, and he, once more, nodded. She asked if he could write and read, and seeing him nod, she thrusted a form to him, telling him to fill all of the requirements shown in the form. The male, who had adept knowledge of writing, had no problem writing down, before giving the form back.

"You have such a strange name," the receptionist stated.

"Is it?" The male asked, raising an eyebrow out of curiosity.

"Yes."

"Ah."

"Nevertheless, you are now an adventurer. Here, take this." She gave him what seemed to be a necklace made of porcelain with the words, 'ADVENTURER'S GUILD' etched into it. Now wondering what he should do now, he soon walked out of the guild, wandering around the town. He soon found a swordsmith shop. Interested, he walked into it, and saw only one buffy man behind the counter. The man had spiky brown hair, and a stubble. He also had dark tone skin, a white singlet and khaki pants.

"Yo! Wha iz it dat ye want?" The man asked, his voice gruffy.

"I came here to make a few weapons," the male replied softly.

"Make weapons? Ya can do dat at yer home! Why ye c'mere?!" The man exclaimed.

"I don't have a home," the white haired replied soon after.

"Oh. . . Well. . ."

"It's fine. I understand that you don't want t-"

"Who said so?! C'mere! Go ahead and make yerself yer weapons. Just pay me 20 silver coins per weapon!"