What none of them knew was this—
The legendary, "impossible to track" target…
The black-haired "phantom" who slipped through assassin nets…
The man every kingdom believed was a professional threat…
Was currently squatting near a street corner.
In broad daylight.
Hazuki rested his arms on his knees, chin in one hand, watching the crowd of beastkin, halflings, and humans pass him by.
Right in front of him?
A wooden cup, sitting on the ground.
He hadn't even noticed it was there.
But everyone else had.
Children whispered. Vendors side-eyed him. Pedestrians gave him a wide berth.
To them… he looked like a beggar.
Meanwhile, Hazuki was deep in a very important discussion—with his sword.
"Heh… You failed to ask anyone what this town is called," Ridan said flatly.
"Hey!" Hazuki shot back, still squatting. "I was trying to smile and ask politely! Yet they all just looked away and rushed off!"
