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Arthur woke up early, long before most of the people in the inn. This habit had been ingrained in him since childhood, thanks to the discipline instilled by his father. After stretching his body with a few movements he usually did to start the day, Arthur prepared to go downstairs.
When he reached the first floor, the inn was still quiet. The soft morning sunlight had just begun to filter through the small windows. The innkeeper, a middle-aged woman with a warm smile, looked at Arthur with slight surprise.
"Oh, you're up so early," she said with a tone of mild surprise. "Breakfast isn't ready yet. In that case, how about taking a bath in the back bathroom first? The water should be ready."
Arthur nodded, but before leaving, he replied in a low but polite voice, "Thank you very much."
The woman smiled warmly, pleased with his response. "Of course, dear. After your bath, I'll have breakfast ready for you."
Arthur walked to the back bathroom and freshened up. The cold water that touched his skin helped dispel the remnants of sleep and calmed his mind before facing a challenging day.
After bathing, he returned to the dining area, which was still empty, and sat at one of the tables. The innkeeper came over with a breakfast consisting of fresh bread, warm soup, salad, and a glass of clear water.
"I'm sorry if the food is simple, but I guarantee it tastes good," the innkeeper said as she placed the plate in front of Arthur. "Enjoy your meal, young man."
Arthur nodded politely, his eyes on the food. "Thank you, Ma'am. This is more than enough."
"I'm glad to hear that," the woman replied with an even broader smile. "If you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask."
Arthur nodded again and began to eat his breakfast. The food tasted better than he had imagined—simple yet rich in flavor, like the home-cooked meals he hadn't had in a long time. Faint memories of his childhood and family crossed his mind, but he quickly pushed them away and focused on the day ahead.
After finishing breakfast, Arthur returned to his room to gather his belongings. He donned his gear—sturdy leather boots, a simple breastplate, gloves, and his short sword—before heading back downstairs. Arthur handed his room key to the innkeeper, who was already waiting for him at the reception desk.
"Thank you for staying with us. Have a great day," she said.
Arthur nodded briefly and replied, "Thank you. The service here is excellent."
The woman looked momentarily surprised, but her warm smile quickly returned. "Oh, I'm glad to hear that. Be careful out there."
Arthur gave a slight smile in return, then left the inn and began walking toward his mission's location. He walked through the streets of Sharkdile, which were still not too crowded, with only a few merchants beginning to set up their wares in the market. The newly risen sun bathed the city in a warm golden light, creating a peaceful atmosphere that contrasted with the violence Arthur knew he would face in the forest.
Upon reaching the city gate, Arthur was stopped by a guard who asked to see his identification. Calmly, Arthur pulled out his Adventurer ID card from his pocket and handed it to the guard.
After inspecting the card, the guard returned it and said, "You may pass. Be careful out there."
Arthur took back his card and walked out of the city gate, heading toward the forest to the east. As he walked, the beautiful scenery began to unfold before him. To his left, the sea stretched as far as the eye could see, while in the distance, majestic mountains stood tall. Birds chirped merrily among the trees, and occasionally Arthur passed by other travelers riding horse-drawn carriages.
Arthur appreciated the beauty of the landscape, but his focus remained on his main objective. As he drew closer to the forest, the atmosphere began to change. The trees grew taller and denser, blocking out most of the sunlight. The once warm atmosphere now turned darker and colder. Arthur continued to walk deeper, searching for the group of ogres that were the target of his mission.
Suddenly, Arthur heard a rustling sound in the bushes to his left. Cautiously, he stopped and drew his sword, ready to face whatever might come. Unexpectedly, someone burst out of the bushes in a panic, shouting, "Aaaa help!!"
Arthur recognized the young man as the adventurer who had been bullied by Pennay at the guild the day before. The young man had disheveled blonde hair, blue eyes, and a face pale with fear.
"You! Run! It's dangerous here!" the young man warned in a trembling voice, clearly terrified.
Arthur looked at him calmly, trying to assess the situation. "What happened?" he asked, his voice steady despite the apparent danger.
"There's—" the young man's words were cut off by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching. The thudding reverberated through the forest, causing the ground beneath their feet to tremble.
From behind the dark trees emerged four ogres, towering and muscular, with terrifying faces. Their skin was dark green, with sharp teeth protruding from their lower jaws. Each carried a large wooden club adorned with metal spikes.
The young man gasped in shock, then, in terror, hid behind Arthur. "Kyaaaaaa, it's too late! We're going to die!" he screamed in a high-pitched, hysterical voice.
Arthur, on the other hand, simply stared at the ogres with a calm gaze, a slight smile on his lips. In his mind, he thought, "Found them."
One of the ogres raised its club high with one hand, then swung it down toward Arthur and the terrified young adventurer. But before the club could strike them, the ogre's arm was suddenly severed, falling to the ground with a heavy thud.
The ogre stood in shock, staring at its severed arm before looking back at Arthur, who now held his sword calmly, its blade gleaming with blood.
The young adventurer stared in confusion, unable to process what had just happened. "What just happened?" he muttered, his eyes shifting between Arthur and the injured ogre.
Arthur didn't give the ogre a chance to react. In an instant, he leaped forward, swinging his sword horizontally. The blade easily sliced through the ogre's tough neck, causing the creature's large head to drop to the ground with a heavy thud.
The remaining three ogres snapped out of their shock, then roared angrily and attacked Arthur simultaneously. One of the ogres swung its club horizontally with full force.
"Watch out!" the young adventurer shouted in panic, warning Arthur, who seemed about to be struck by the ogre's attack.
However, instead of being thrown by the impact of the ogre's powerful swing as the young man had imagined, there was no loud crash. Instead, only a soft sound, like cloth being cut, was heard. The young adventurer saw that the club the ogre had used to attack had been perfectly sliced through, like butter cut by a hot knife.
Arthur wasted no time. With one graceful movement, he swung his sword vertically, slicing the ogre in half from head to waist. Blood spurted from the wound, soaking the ground beneath it.
Using the momentum of his strike, Arthur crouched down, focusing his weight on his lower body.
Lightning style: Lightning Step
He shot forward at lightning speed. He moved swiftly and nimbly, like a flash of light darting between the tall trees. His sword sliced through the air in a perfect arc, producing a soft whooshing sound as it cut through the air.
The remaining two ogres didn't have time to react. With one elegant and deadly strike, Arthur decapitated both ogres in a single motion, severing their heads from their massive bodies with incredible speed.
The two massive ogre bodies fell to the ground with a loud crash, echoing through the now-silent forest, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing from the young adventurer who stood frozen behind Arthur. Blood flowed from the bodies of the dead ogres, soaking the dark ground where Arthur stood.
The young adventurer could only gape in disbelief at what he had just witnessed. His blue eyes were wide open, unable to comprehend the speed and deadly grace of Arthur's movements. Before him stood Arthur, his sword still drawn, surrounded by a gruesome scene.
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