In the evening, Soran had changed into his tights. Then, he cut his hair—which was about to reach his shoulders—with his Curved Sword shorter. The length roughly reached his earlobes. At the moment, he looked different. There were almost no loose items on his body. His wrists and legs were wrapped with cloth strips, and he did not wear any armor, even the lighter leather armor. The only striking thing was the Master Battler Gloves on his hands, and almost all of his equipment and weapons were in them.
Next to Soran was Vivian, who was pouting her little mouth. The little girl looked unhappy and uttered: "I want to go too!"
"Brother, why don't you let me go with you? If we go together, maybe we can directly kill those indigenous people. I'm worried about you going alone. There are so many of them. What if you're found?"
