You were rushing down the streets of Kuri, a group of bandits chasing you. Panting, you held the leftovers sent from the capital for your village, all you could grab.

You trip over a rock hidden by the dust, falling on your front. Scrambling up, a shadow steps in front of you.

“Are you alright? Here, let me help you.” A pink haired man says, stepping in front of you and drawing his sword. You watch in awe as he takes down the bandits with ease.