A young man who looks to be 16 to 19 years old walks down a brick path people walk past some with animal traits some without. the young man is not bothered by this he seems consumed by thought.
"Why here... why do the threads lead here". The young man lamence his current position he does not want to entangle himself with the current affairs of this country but it seems fate has other plans he does not have a choice.
"For God's---" his mouth Sears with pain saying "that" name brings agony thankfully due to his own divinity it does not hurt him much as it should.
Ptui!
He splits blood from his mouth.
Scowls tighten his gloves straightens his hat unslings his rifle. the rifle transforms shrinks in to a revolver.
Made from demonic iron from the depth of hell the grip made from the wood of the world tree yggdrasil.
Inscribed with hundreds of runes and demonic symbols.
[NOBLE PHANTASM]
(Der Freischütz Seventh sin A++)
the one who always hits its mark
He slides the pistol into a holster tighten the three swords that are on his hip a long sword and a short sword all wrapped in Black bandages.
And finally a simple ordinary sword unlike the others who are magical in nature this is just a high quality dueling sword.
He walks comes across a certain 'Apple' Merchant smiles pulls out a coin.
"One appa please". He places the coin on the counter.
"Huff--- you again". The Merchant looks at you with discomfort and irritation.You have done this exact song and dance many times.
"Oh-ho I pay you do I not". you quickly snatch an apple. "toodles~~~"
You quickly Bolt to a nearby alleyway and eat your Apple when suddenly three Hooligans disturb your peaceful eating.
"Well well look what we have here some Noble playing dress up".
"obskur. Verfall. Nebel.!!!'
He throws the apple core at the thugs and it explodes into a large Puff of smoke
*stab*
*slash*Slash*
*Splat*
"Aaaaaaaaah!!!" The Lanky thug screams in pain as his arm falls to the ground. blood gushes out of his chest wound. He is then sent flying with a simple kick knocking into the large thug
"Now have you all learned your lesson". The thugs slowly back away in fear. good now scram or your head will be next.
The three thugs run away in terror. Passing by a certain silver-haired elf.
"Hmmm?" He picks up the severed hand inspects it and then throws it next to the arm. "Well No use for this."
"entzünden. Kraftstoff. brennen.'
The arm and hand ignit in flames.
"hands up Criminal"
Two shards of ice however above his head pointing directly at his face.
"hey lady did your parents not teach you not to threaten random people and accuse them with no evidence"
A sly smile creeps across his face.
"Well uhhhh"
The half elf girl starts fidgeting not knowing what to say.
Unnecessary Cliffhanger time.