A new day had come. Not just another morning—but a new chapter for Danir.
Today was the day he would register at the Guildhouse and finally become an official adventurer. Today, he would wear his collar—the symbol that proved he belonged to this world not as a child, not as a student, but as a warrior in his own right.
Jared brought Danir with him to the Capital Kingdom of the Eastern Continent—Blossomdale.
They rode on horseback beneath the open sky.
Jared sat firmly atop his long-time battlefield companion, Boi.
Boi was a male Shire horse—the largest among horse breeds. His sheer size alone commanded attention. His mane, coat, and tail were deep black, flowing like dark smoke whenever the wind brushed against him.
He looked fierce, almost intimidating, yet there was a quiet discipline in the way he moved—obedient only to his master.
Boi was the reason Jared was known as the Black-Horseman. Man and steed looked as if they had been carved from the same shadow.
Infact, Boi was years way older than Danir and his brothers. He had fought in countless battles alongside Jared, and the evidence of those years was written across his body.
Faint scars marked his flanks and legs—thin lines from blades, deeper marks from claws. Danir couldn't help but stare at them. Those weren't just scars. They were memories of survival.
Meanwhile, Danir rode a dirty-white Percheron named Rigor.
Strong and broad, though not as massive as Boi. Rigor had a tough appearance, but there was a gentler steadiness to him.
Compared to Boi, he seemed slightly smaller—but no less dependable.
"Son," Jared said as their horses moved side by side, hooves pounding rhythmically against the dirt road.
"Always remember—horses are a man's best companion on the battlefield. Treat them as part of your family, and they will carry you through even on the most dangerous paths." Jared's heartfelt advice. His voice wasn't loud, Blbut it carried weight.
Danir nodded, gently patting Rigor's neck.
"Yes father, I understand."
They rode fast and without stopping. The heavy thuds of hooves echoed across the open fields as dust trailed behind them.
The wind pressed against Danir's face, making his eyes water slightly—but he didn't look away.
He felt alive.
They reached the capital in only a few hours—far quicker than traveling by carriage.
And then—Danir saw it.
"Blossomdale!"
Cherry blossom trees lined the road leading to the kingdom. Their pale pink petals drifted through the air like falling snow, brushing lightly against Danir's shoulders as they passed.
The trees didn't stop at the roadside—they continued along the outer walls, forming a breathtaking border around the entire capital.
It looked like the kingdom was embraced by spring itself.
When they finally arrived at the main gate, a massive concrete arch towered above them.
Elegant carvings decorated its surface—patterns of flowing vines and wings intertwined with ancient symbols.
Carved boldly at its center were the words:
"Welcome to Blossomdale."
Danir lifted his gaze slowly.
The Capital Kingdom of the Eastern Continent.
Blossomdale.
For a moment, he forgot to breathe, overwhelmed with awe.
They passed through the long line of people at the entrance who wants to get inside the Capital, undergone some extensive inspection in their wagons, carriages and other belongings.
However, on the good side for Danir and Jared, guards just let them passed inside because of Jared had a well-known reputation already.
One of the guards just nodded, as a sign to let them in where they passed inside without undergoing inspections.
"Even in this world, this kind of Every-rule-has-an-exemption thing still exist." Danir thought after they passed inside without being inspected. While looking back to see the long line of people at the entrance.
"That's what happen when the kingdom knew already that you're a good person son. Don't worry, those people can get inside soon." Jared said.
Danir felt a quiet pang of pity for the people still lined up at the capital's entrance.
Merchants wiping sweat from their brows.
Families holding restless children.
Travelers standing patiently as guards inspected their belongings one by one.
He knew that feeling. The feeling of waiting.
Of being just another face in a long line, feeling the presence of being the least important person.
Back on Earth—his former life—he had often been the unheard one. The one left behind while others moved forward. The one no one noticed.
For a brief moment, that old weight brushed against his chest again. But the moment he fully stepped inside the capital—it disappeared.
The beauty of Blossomdale overwhelmed him!
Even within the towering walls, cherry blossom trees bloomed generously along the streets, their branches stretching over walkways like protective canopies. Pink petals drifted lazily through the air, settling on rooftops, shoulders, and stone pavements.
The streets were spotless.
Not a single scrap of trash nor a broken tile.
Even the narrow alleys were clean and well-maintained.
Houses were neatly arranged, painted in soft colors that complemented the blossoms.
Taverns displayed polished wooden signs. Shop windows gleamed.
Every structure looked thoughtfully designed and carefully built, as if pride had been poured into every brick.
What struck Danir most was the people. Even those who appeared to be of lower status were well-dressed. Their clothes were simple, but clean and presentable.
They walked with dignity, not fear.
There were no beggars crouched in corners. No thieves lurking in shadows. Only well-mannered citizens going about their day and royal guards patrolling calmly but attentively.
It was peace. Not the fragile kind, but the kind built by firm and capable leadership.
They soon arrived at the kingdomsquare—the heart of Blossomdale.
The square was vast and paved with smooth stone tiles that shimmered faintly beneath the sunlight.
Important buildings surrounded it on all sides, standing like silent guardians of the capital's order.
To the north—here stood the castle. Rose proudly above the square, its pale marble walls glowing under the daylight. Tall spires reached toward the sky, crowned with silver rooftops that reflected the sun like polished blades. Long crimson banners bearing the royal crest swayed gently in the breeze.
Wide staircases led up to enormous double doors reinforced with engraved steel. Above them were tall arched windows made of enchanted crystal glass, shimmering faintly with protective magic.
From where Danir stood, he could glimpse terraces lined with blooming trees and manicured gardens within the castle grounds.
It did not merely look grand but looked unshakable.
To the west stood the Guildhouse.
To the east, the kingdom's armory—its stone exterior reinforced, its entrance guarded by knights in polished armor.
To the south stretched the brick road leading back to the capital's Southgate entrance.
And at the very center of the square stood a massive fountain. Rising from it was a statue of a bird twice the size of an adult human.
The Skyripper!
Its wings were spread wide, carved in exquisite detail, feathers sharp and layered as if ready to slice through the wind. Its beak was slightly open, its eyes fierce and commanding. Even as stone, it radiated dominance.
"Skyrippers range from elite to transcendent level," Jared explained as they slowed their horses. "They are the fastest flyers among sky-dwelling magic-beasts, masters of wind magic."
Danir stared upward, imagining it alive.
A fusion of a peregrine falcon and an eagle. A hybrid magic-beast, ruler of the skies.
"They can summon devastating tornadoes by flying in circle above in a fast pace," Jared continued. "Years ago, one nearly destroyed half the kingdom."
Danir's gaze hardened slightly.
"King Radomir Drogonovich killed it. But several lives were lost." Jared's voice carried quiet respect. "He struggled more defeating that transcendent Skyripper than when he fought the master-level earth dragon—Scalebound."
Danir absorbed those words. A king who fought at the front lines.
"That's why the statue stands here," Jared said. "It was his most difficult victory. His favorite among the beasts he defeated. It symbolizes Blossomdale's pride—and its courage."
Danir's eyes wandered across the square again, filled with awe.
"The king is truly a strong man…" he thought.
"This city is called Blossomdale because of these cherry blossom trees," Jared added.
"Yes… it's beautiful," Danir replied softly.
The petals drifting through the air stirred something deep inside him. Just like Mount Yoshinoyama in Nara, Japan.
A place from his former world. A place filled with cherry blossoms just like these.
For a moment, the two worlds overlapped in his heart.
"The scent of these trees acts like poison to demons," Jared explained. "That's why demonic attacks here are rare. Blossomdale is considered the most peaceful kingdom in the continent."
Danir inhaled slowly.
The air smelled sweet.
Calm.
But beneath that calmness—was strength.
After taking in the grandeur of the square, they finally proceeded to their true purpose. To the Guildhouse.
This was not just another building—it was the gateway to Danir's future.
They stepped inside.
The Guildhouse stood three stories tall, solidly constructed from reinforced concrete. Its walls were painted a deep royal purple, giving it a sense of authority without arrogance. The roof was black, as were the iron gates and window frames, creating a bold contrast against the lighter buildings around the square.
Inside, the atmosphere was alive.
Adventurers moved in and out constantly—some laughing loudly, others quietly studying quest boards.
The scent of leather, metal, parchment, and faint traces of potion ingredients lingered in the air.
Boots thudded against wooden floors. Armor clinked softly. Voices overlapped in a steady hum of ambition.
Danir swallowed lightly.
This was where real adventurers stood.
He and Jared approached the registration desk, where an adult woman stood organizing scrolls and documents, a loremaster, one of the in-charge in the front desk of the Guildhouse.
She carried herself professionally, her expression calm and observant.
Danir stepped forward.
"I'm here to register. I just graduated from the Adventurer's Academy," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
The woman nodded and gestured toward a crystal sphere placed on a pedestal beside her.
"Please place your hands on the Sphere of Power."
Danir extended both hands and rested them gently against the smooth surface.
For a brief second—Nothing. Then the sphere emitted a steady green glow, illuminating his face.
"Intermediate rank," the woman announced matter-of-factly.
Danir felt a quiet spark of pride flicker inside him.
"Your name?" she asked.
"Danir… Danir Granger."
"Your jobclass?" she asked again.
"Blade... Magus, I'm a BladeMagus." Danir hesitated, thinking that she will going to judge him like any other people upon knowing his jobclass.
The woman paused for just a fraction of a second at the surname, and was a little surprised hearing his jobclass, but then she just gave him a nod,"I see. Please wait."
She stepped into a back room and returned shortly after holding a neatly crafted green collar. His name was engraved clearly onto a small metal plate attached to it.
She handed it to him. "Here you go. Your collar, Granger."
Danir accepted it carefully. The material felt firm in his hands. It wasn't heavy. But it carried weight.
"Thank you," he said sincerely. "So… can I start taking quests now?"
"Yes," the woman replied, though her tone shifted slightly. "But, due to your age and physical development, you are only permitted to accept Novice-level quests. Regardless of your rank."
Danir blinked. "Even if I'm Intermediate rank?"
"Yes. Age restrictions apply. When you reach your mid to late teens—around fifteen to nineteen—your body will be mature enough for higher-level quests and labyrinth raids." she explained.
Danir let out a small breath.
"I see… that's a bit of a hassle. I still have four more years to wait."
The woman offered a faint, knowing smile. "Strength is not only about rank. Growth takes time."
Danir nodded slowly.
"Oh by the way, you have to buy an Amulet of Power well sell here in the Guildhouse. It's necessary for an adventurer to be carried it with." She said.
"About that, I already have one," Danir hold his Amulet of Power and showed it to her. "Thanks."
After that, Jared placed a firm hand on his son's shoulder. "I have business elsewhere," he said. "Handle yourself well."
"I will, Father." Danir replied.
Their eyes met briefly. Then Jared left the Guildhouse, his footsteps steady and confident as always.
Danir stood alone now, not as a student but as an official adventurer.
He walked toward the quest board and selected a novice-level request: gathering healing herbs from the nearby fields and eliminating slimes to collect their fluids for an alchemist's potion-making.
Simple work. But it was his first step.
The sun was already beginning to set, casting warm golden light through the Guildhouse windows. Since quests officially began the following day, Danir decided to find a place to stay for the night.
Blossomdale in the evening was enchanting.
Lanterns flickered to life along the streets.
The cherry blossom petals shimmered under the soft glow of light.
The castle in the distance reflected hues of orange and crimson from the setting sun.
Danir wandered freely, no longer just observing—but belonging.
He stopped at a small barbecue tavern where the scent of grilled meat filled the air.
The crackling of fire, the laughter of patrons, and the clinking of mugs created a warm, lively atmosphere.
He ate until he was full, savoring the simple joy of food earned by his own effort.
Afterward, he continued walking through the capital, exploring its streets under the moonlight.
Musicians played soft melodies near the square as conversations flowed easily between strangers.
For the first time in a long while—he didn't feel small.
He didn't feel invisible.
He felt… present.
When midnight approached, he returned to a cozy inn he had chosen earlier. The room was modest but clean, with a soft bed and a small wooden window overlooking the quiet street.
Danir lay down, staring at the ceiling for a moment. Tomorrow would be his first quest as an official adventurer.
His journey was no longer preparation.
It had begun.
With a small smile on his face— Happy.
Excited.
Satisfied.
Danir closed his eyes and drifted into sleep...