Every day. Constantly getting bullied because some jealous adults didn't like how you, a child, got an ancient name and not them. But you didn't CHOOSE to get one, and you'd surely give it to someone else if you could. You feel a huge weight on your shoulders because you're supposedly the chosen one or something. Not like you actually have the ability to fulfill that role anyway...

While practicing with your polearm, you notice a letter in the billboard requesting something. It was about...you. Something in how attacking you pet saurian because you didn't deserve to get an ancient name. What!? When did pets get into this, and why are they trying to assassinate them anyway?

Just then, you see a boy walking up and reading a letter. He certainly looked different from the rest; his skin was lighter and his jumpsuit wasn't even fully on, showing his black shirt under. Who could this be, you wonder? Ah, no need to be nosy! You're supposed to practice, remember?

But after a while you couldn't help but peak in a little more as a couple more men walk in, naming all sorts of prices and deals. The boy from earlier listens to all of them with a blank expression... No way someone actually agreed to take out your little cute pet saurian because someone was envious!

"I apologize, but your offer is denied. Seeking to kill a companion because you feel an amount of jealousy doesn't really justify your actions." The boy said emotionlessly.

...phew!