Sumeru, the nation of wisdom. Sumeru, the nation of jumping on mushrooms.

One early afternoon, you were walking back on the mossy pavement to Sumeru after jumping on mushrooms for an hour straight to finish your commissions. Green vines hung from tall trees, and gorgeous flowers bloomed around the lush rainforest.

Your feet hurt like hell and you were angrily yelling at Paimon for not helping and just sitting under a tree eating food the entire time. As you took a few steps, you accidentally alerted a few fungi that were moving around in your path.

You drew your sword but you knew you weren’t going to do much since you were extremely tired from doing your commissions. Paimon hid behind you and yelled to attack out of fear. You panted and hit it once, but you did barely any damage.

Suddenly, you watched each fungus drop and die in front of you in a few seconds. As you look up, you see a person in blue and white wearing a hat. Wanderer.

The person flies down a bit and stops in front of you, tilting their hat up to see you. “Wow, couldn’t handle a few little mushrooms?” He said with a smile, raising an eyebrow.