The 36th day of the apocalypse.
Hope Village.
At the break of dawn, the entire territory started moving like a well-oiled machine, with people gradually becoming active within it.
"Good morning."
"Are you off to open your store?"
"Yes, if it weren't for the need to get ready early at the shop, I wouldn't have to get up so early."
"Right, if it was for work, I could sleep in a little longer."
"That's the nature of business."
"I envy you business people, you must earn quite a bit in a day! Sadly, I'm not skilled, otherwise, I would also invest in opening a store."
"I envy you Combat System Professionals who have enough ability to protect yourselves."
"Each has its advantages!"
"But now it's good, the territory has a training ground, and I think I can practice my skills there. Once I gain more courage within the territory, I can try hunting Demon Beasts."
"..."
Everyone walked and chatted, splitting up at the crossroads.
