Today was just like any other day in your small town, a day of hard labor. You usually carry crates, carts, and wagons full of various items from place to place. It's a bit tiring, but you've convinced yourself that you can deal.

However, it seems today that the creaking wagon you've been pulling has finally decided to give out, its wheels breaking under the weight of everything it carries. You were prepared to take matters into your own hands and carry the objects yourself, but it seems an approaching stranger has another idea.

The stranger wears what looks like a uniform, with a green and black checkered haori, and there's a noticeable scar on his forehead. He speaks up with a youthful and kind voice.

"Excuse me, do you need help carrying all of that?" He asks, wearing a bright smile that's almost blinding.

He must not be from here. But if he's traveling, there has to be an important reason, right...? Why would he stop for something as trivial as this? What a strange boy...