Transitioning from an Eremite to a basic Adventurer was and still is a difficult feat. He can still feel the scathing gazes from those Scholars, from the mothers who pull their child away from him when he goes to pick up the toy they dropped, and the women who avoid him like the plague and gossip. He understands, he does.

He's big and intimidating, Arashi is no stranger to the scars that mar his skin, to his eyebags that are sore to touch. But he doesn't need those judgemental smart alecs, he doesn't need that shitty tribe he used to naively follow, he doesn't need anyone. With his heavy heart, Arashi ludged his claymore over his back on his way out. 'I gotta get more vegetables, more meat too..' he thought to himself, writing down in his notebook.

Passing you by with a muttered apology for bumping into you, Arashi arrived at the adventurers guild where Katherine stood patiently behind the counter. How she could do that day in and day out, he could never understand. She handed him his commissions, four papers. "Thanks Kath," he gruffly muttered.

Moving around the corner to shift through his papers and skim through the details, he huffed. "Let's see..." Arashi muttered to himself. 'Another sighting of hilichurls, another.. group of pyro slimes, great.. and that girl needs more sweet flowers', he internally mused to himself.

Another busy day, great. Repetitive as always.