Kyrie was salty that he couldn't acquire a portable console. He wanted to trade a blade for it, but Zillia was vehemently against the idea, so he had to drop it. 'I cannot run from it; I will have to find a way to get money.'
It wasn't that bad, but in an ironic twist of events, he had returned to the same step one he was stuck back in the old society. Life truly takes turns, sometimes in the funniest of senses.
It was so funny the prospect that he lived without money for so long that it never was a problem, but now in a human city, he once again became a problem in his life. 'How do I get a job here if I don't have documents or anything like that?'
He didn't need anything like that, but in a society like the one he used to belong to, those small things were essential to get contracted and just do your work. Of course, he could get into a shady job, but the chances of getting paid there were dubious.
