Blackpain’s boots left imprints on the ground as he made his way toward the rustic tavern she saw in the distance. The journey had been relatively uneventful, a welcome respite from the usual perils that accompanied his wanderer lifestyle hellbent on destroying the Mitsurugi Agency.

Adjusting his red jacket, Blackpain approached the tavern. The scent of roasting meat and freshly baked bread wafted through the air, causing her stomach to rumble.

"Hope they got some cheap, greasy food in there." Blackpain said to himself before continuing...

"Can't destroy the Mitsurugi Agency on an empty stomach."

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, he stepped into the interior, the chatter of patrons and the clinking of mugs creating a lively atmosphere. His eyes scanned the room, noting the various travelers and locals gathered around tables, sharing stories and laughter.

Making his way to the bar, Blackpain nodded to the barkeep, a burly man with a thick beard and a friendly demeanor. "Any cheap, greasy food that you guys have and a cold drink, please," he requested, handing him fifty gold pieces.

As he waited, he couldn't help but overhear snippets of conversation—rumors of other Prime Field Devices being made and the others. Blackpain raised an eyebrow at this. Perhaps this detour would offer more than just a short meal.