Amaterasu, at Lane Street.
Inside a weapon store with a clear selection of different medieval weapons and armory. It had three floors; the first one with a wide range of swords, bows, and shields.
The second had a variety of armor and accessories. The third one had a collection of rare and unique weapons.
At this moment, a handsome man with a strong and athletic physique entered the store. He didn't have any blemishes, and a pair of silver earrings adorned his ears.
Ambrose browsed through the first floor's weapons with a disinterested look. There were many weapons that would have been of great use to him before, but when compared with Black and Red Swords, they seemed dull.
"Hello, sir." A man with a small goatee and a sly smile approached him. He was rubbing his hands together like a sneaky merchant.
"What?" Ambrose asked disinterestedly and looked away from the collection of poor weapons.
