In the beautiful "Greenleaf Season," the sunlight filling the air was still brilliant and clear. Emerald trees lined both sides of the roads, while plainly dressed pedestrians hurried through the prosperous city. Thanks to its long-standing prosperity, stability, and peace, the residents of the Hatak Imperial Nation always appeared spirited and energetic. In any city even slightly larger in size, merchants and professionals could be seen striding across the smooth streets, busy with their work.
Yet even in such a thriving city, dispirited "wanderers" still curled up idly in dark corners without purpose. Passersby walking through those filthy streets and alleys could not help but cast looks of disdain or pity at those cowering, dejected "poor souls." But in a cruel and hurried world, no one had the time to truly care about the lives of such homeless people, and no one cared whether there was one more or one fewer "useless" wanderer in the city.
In the City of Purple-Red Trees of the Hatak Imperial Nation, a new, uncared-for "vagrant" had unknowingly claimed a remote, freezing corner.
Perhaps, in the eyes of outsiders, this "vagrant" seemed even more unfortunate and miserable than the others. The beginning of Greenleaf Season still carried much of Winter Season's chill, yet this thoroughly dejected-looking "poor soul" did not even possess a broken wooden shack to shelter himself from the cold. He merely wore a tattered black-and-red leather outfit as he curled up in the biting wind, allowing cold air and dust to batter his body.
However, no one could have imagined, nor could anyone possibly have imagined, that this filthy fellow, who appeared far more wretched and destitute than any other vagrant... was actually a genuine Legendary professional!
That was right. The man curled up in the corner of the alley like a