For someone like me who drew attention everywhere I went, getting onboard the ship set sail for Goma Naru was the journey to find the ordinary out of an extraordinary life.
The place with those in the same hair color and pupils. Impoverished and confused, I accepted my master’s suggestion to head West to discover my roots. My background as a blue-eyed foreigner had already received enough attention and discrimination which put me in introspection. But for a vagabond who had not followed any rules and boundaries before, the communal life of strict principles felt like prison bars. The Grand Tournament had granted me the chance to join the Western Frontiers, the guild of finest martial artists without segregation of any kind. When my heart seems to have settled in this once-unfamiliar land, I decided to enter the Grand Tournament, the only shot for an outsider and a brawler like myself to earn a fair title. With him I wandered all over the continent and learned to be literate along with everything else.
For a weak boy picking through the garbage in the street markets, running into my quirky master was sheer luck. The land filled with black hair as dark as their eyes. When the ship had finally reached unknown destination, three of us had become just one. Besides the foul stink onboard, we were the unwelcomed nobles from Calpheon met with glaring eyes. With my little hands in my parents’, I was soon on the ship sailing far east. Not too long after did the darkened house fill up with sorrows rather than laughter. Dazzling chandeliers, laughter of the noblewomen, mellow tunes and a feast of brew and food.
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