Post by Ethan on Feb 28, 2017 17:33:49 GMT
Maybe it was all the people in bathrobes. Or the unusual amounts of sakuras blooming off almost every path. Even the houses were starting to become a comfort. Their curves lakes the rigidity of those found in Nohr and their styles held greater color. Even the women were becoming more attractive. Their slender frames and gentle faces became a welcoming sight. The town of Kitsuki wasn't a bad place. In fact, Hoshido wasn't a bad place.
People walked in and out of various shops. Some occasionally held bags, other moved empty handed. Ethan turned down a street cluttered with stalls. The people behind them offered various goods, though he had little use for their strange hats and farming tools.
"That's a nice sword you have there young man." An elder commented from behind his booth of weapons.
"Um, thanks." The wanderer said.
"It looks foreign."
Ethan Cleared his throat. "It's nohrian." His hands came up. "But don't worry. I'm not here to cause trouble."
"Ah I see." The elder's features softened and he offered a small smile. "We have plenty of weapons for sale here." He waved a hand over his table. "All of them made by my grandson."
Brushing his hair back, Ethan took up one of the Katanas. It bladed edge seemed sharp enough and the weapon was lighter than he had imagined. "This isn't bad, like how it feels in hand."
"He's a fine craftsmen." The elder replied.
"I think it's a shame."
Ethan looked after the voice to find two nohrian soldiers. They stood proudly with their backs upright and towered over the woman they were harassing.
"A woman like yourself shouldn't be alone. Why not let us take you, show you a good time. The kind of time that only a nohrian could give you."
"Excuse me." Ethan said as he walked towards the soldiers. He brought the katana with him.
Tag:Masamune
People walked in and out of various shops. Some occasionally held bags, other moved empty handed. Ethan turned down a street cluttered with stalls. The people behind them offered various goods, though he had little use for their strange hats and farming tools.
"That's a nice sword you have there young man." An elder commented from behind his booth of weapons.
"Um, thanks." The wanderer said.
"It looks foreign."
Ethan Cleared his throat. "It's nohrian." His hands came up. "But don't worry. I'm not here to cause trouble."
"Ah I see." The elder's features softened and he offered a small smile. "We have plenty of weapons for sale here." He waved a hand over his table. "All of them made by my grandson."
Brushing his hair back, Ethan took up one of the Katanas. It bladed edge seemed sharp enough and the weapon was lighter than he had imagined. "This isn't bad, like how it feels in hand."
"He's a fine craftsmen." The elder replied.
"I think it's a shame."
Ethan looked after the voice to find two nohrian soldiers. They stood proudly with their backs upright and towered over the woman they were harassing.
"A woman like yourself shouldn't be alone. Why not let us take you, show you a good time. The kind of time that only a nohrian could give you."
"Excuse me." Ethan said as he walked towards the soldiers. He brought the katana with him.
Tag:Masamune
