Swallows are flying low; will it rain morrow.

Back at the town of Autumn. Before heading to the Court of Guilds, the place where his group is on watched, went the hobo to get his weapon from the blacksmith. By this time, it was already dark upon the farming lands. Yea, lands own, few owned by farmers of the state. The rest are freely walked. Highly, the farmers’ life, it is regarded a greater profession than the standard works of guilds. And known are them as farmers’ alliance that had been absorbed into the people’s party. Was there lamp posts and magic crystals that lighten the scenery. It was a most congenial beauty, full of settling colors yet ever was the daunting shade. This still shadow present, lighted by the days of the moon but the crevices are ever in the night.

No fraudulent income tax are attached to the land. If land is bought but if one couldn’t pay their own tax, they own it not. Ceaser’s tributes, to fund his armies, his break-off societies and Wants, no less his paychecks. What would the raptors do to the vultures?

There were many things, many randomness of the mind to keep the thought of freezing at bay. The talk of taxing is one of them. Was he not sure the store would still be open. Lucky was our main to catch the head smither and his apprentice just when he was about to close the door carrying a haversack with tools.

“You’re a hard man to read mister Seneth. Either a man like you were too busy or had a fill of forgetfulness. But to come at night, scaring me with that carpet at closing time, I must say, you’re the first.”

“Do I look threatening?”

“Nope, only as a man who had gain a couple of pounds.” Smiled the blacksmith. The poor man’s jacket was enlarged. The inner pockets extruded. The apprentice left and a farewell given.

“Your the first to fat shame me. And no. Rest assure, its just an additional item.” They went into the shop, turn on the needed lights, and voila, the weapon is brought out from a room behind, putted the artifact on the counter.

“Perfection of works. Surely I’ve mention, the heart of the weapon would change. You’re looking at it at its finest form.”

From a broken sword refined to a broken sword. It is much smaller but still consider as a heavy sword. With a sharp short rigged point at one end for thrusting to bone-breaking blunt and chipped edges. A still massive weight rusted onto the light guard and handle. The weapon was slightly larger than a short sword, wider than a claymore, a third the thickness of anime standard heavy swords, good weight balance and weighted strength. It is as design, not to be hold in a scabbard. I like it. Fit perfect for a hobo. Everything is old, the feeling of high usage, used to many degrees by warriors who trusted the reliable arm and depends on it for quite some time.

“By the way. Forgot to mention this previously. Your weapon, a lunaward, has an offset mechanism that activate late when the object is pass from one hand to another. Quite different from the average weapon holds.”

“Really, what is that?”

“Remember the artifact reading your will? The mechanism of this specific type of arm changes differently from person to person. We of the nine-city states called this phenomena, trouble’s memoirs. For lunawards, you can see why it’s not so popular. But there is always something in it to gain from. Now, enough of that said. Memoirs are like jewels of the mind, one’s wills, placed in memory slots in the hearts of the weapon. From none to five at most I’ve seen in my hay days. You are kindly given two slots available.”

“Memoirs? So that’s what these are for.” Our main totally forgot when he once checked game data of his partners-in-crime. At that time, the hobo assumed it was just some more special beefcake abilities. Seneth pull out the two memoirs he had in the pocket.

“What does these two do, Gen?” The smither took them from his hand, observing and identifying such disc relics with stamp-out details specifics pertaining to each individual kinds. These relics were thick but no more than a third the thickness of a fully curved frisbee. Not all the relics are fully rounded.

“Such a man to come prepare to travel through a snowy mountain.” Gen was cheerfully laughing, “Lets see. This one is known as . . . Fractal Memoir . . . and the other is . . . ah, Parallax Memoir.” As he scoped and read ancient writings, “When has a lad like you come to possess these kinds of memoirs? I never heard of them two before. If you don’t mind sharing.”

“Must’ve been that squid girl, geso, and the OG insect mutant, oi oi. I know the name but what of use are them twos?” His anime joke is not on par to the fantasy world. The hobo had to ask. These memoirs had no description nor deep intels last our main checked.

Fractal Memoirs, oh children. Will Gen explain in the most child-like terms. Fractal is a weapon ability that deals single digit damages to the opponents but the enemies sees not the additional damages. If one is to get strike by this memoir will their true health appears in the standard yellow bar. The red bar is the damage accrued by this memory. This red damage cannot be heal in battle. Attacking deals 1 point of red damage; manual and auto defending deals 2 points of red damages to the surrounding enemies in random vicinity range; counter, riposte, reflect, deflect, attack missed through player’s skills deals 3 points of red damage to target enemy; stalemates and weapon clashes deals 4 points of red damages individually or whoever in contact with the player.

Here is an example: The opponent has 200HP and I attack and deal 10 points of damage with the Fractal Memoir, the opponent’s vitality will be 190HP. But with minus 1 point of red damage, the opponent’s real vitality is 189HP. If the opponent heals after taking damage, it will be 199HP and 1 red point. On the opponent’s screen, he would only see himself with 200HP when the opponent’s real vitality is 199HP. The enemy’s yellow bar that accompany the digit values will also reveal fully as a whole recovery. The player’s view and party members who dealt the damage will see a red buildup bar from the opposite side of the yellow bar. If the enemy fainted in battle by Mind Out but was revive, the red damages accumulated will still be active until end of battle. If red damages becomes equal or more than the opponents’ health, they cannot be revive when defeated until the end of battle in the vicinity. However, bad loops can develop, therefore, can one still teleport back to a discovered town nearby if the battle is not a major event to stories, tournaments and the likes that would cause one to cheat. Any effects that requires full health will not activate or any substance that would fill specific roles catering to HP stats.

Parallax Memoirs, oh children. Again, will Gen explain in the most child-like terms. Parallax is a weapon ability that weaponize the inventory. Its storage slots are equal to the amount a player can store in players’ bag. When Parallax is attached to an weapon, will the player’s bag or on hold inventory pertaining to the body and clothes becomes a bag rift. A dimensional rift color will accompany items that are affected in the background of the item’s artworks. Anything that is stored through the use of this memoir is separated when unequipped from the standard bag. Though this may be a downsize to the memoir, weight management on the other hand, for items store through Parallax are not applied. Unless one player selectively remove an item from the dimension under the bag menu. This memoir allows player for quick equipment/item grabs, to quickly collect/store things in available inventory slots by attacking or moving the blade by player’s activation, and the auto-use of battle items without accessing directly from the bag. Battle items must be determine and set for it’s auto-use. And does it have a memory of selected choice of last set. When weaponize items are used through this memory, they consume an additional. A randomness from plus one or plus two. If the item is three or less, will it consume all. From 0-100% and no greater for all selected, the player chooses the percentages for activation for each battle items.

“Memoirs have tiers. And are they rank from good to best: Aged, Unknown, Common, Rarity, Noble, Intellectual, and Majesty. All memoirs are divided into 5 categories. They are Attack, Support, Defensive, Recovery and Tactics. The Fractal Memoir that you possessed, Seneth, is of the Unknown rank, Tactics Category. And as for Parallax, it is of the Rarity rank, Support Category. Do know. Once a memoir is install, there is no getting it back nor last minute cancellation. What will it be?”

Seneth had to think but it was not a hard process. His character, pertaining to “game world,” is vastly unsupported in damage likewise, other than basics. Would this Fractal ability be of any help with additional damages? It might, for team assault and especially in team defense. To troll perhaps, with an ultimate guard against a hundred players spamming ridiculous combo hits. Might I add, to throw off some game changing plays the enemies cooked up.

Parallax sounds good with what it can do and sure dost help to inflict ailments since his classes and traits had many downfalls. Or should the hobo get more creative? Yea, he should but will he not list nor jot them down. Instead of second guessing himself, me main said, “I am fine with them twos.” So Gen brought out this strange tool and was the memoirs inserted like memories and things that cannot be told. I was kinda shock to see something different other than the copy-paste-redressed MMORPGs weapon slot insertions.

“This will be on the house.” Gen pronounce his reason. Our hobo have given him a wrong coin that worth more than the previous charge. It was a good time to get even when Seneth who mysteriously disappeared the last visit from his vision.

It was a jovial gathering at the Court of Guilds; to Korimi and Odessa to know Seneth was alright, that children like them would not have to suffer a platitude of harsh criticism and judgment from fellow guilders. His innocence was in the question. The children’s explanation was enough to determine a lukewarm mind set of other guilds in the gathering hall. The hobo completely understood. With Fox being there, it was pretty much relax. For the man has a smart mouth, a clean one a put. Them OG smartness gained in life’s adventure. Clearly the fact the man, our main was accused of such a crime. Too bad, have many guilds learn not the dealings behind tragedy. It was too early before mists are raise. Yet again was the man blameless. Our useless protagonist tainted in muddy truths. What will he do? Ignore? Likely ‘tis the case.

We did have an amount of peace for the sake of hours. The night went well. But it was not before long that Seneth would have to take on a particular request of his own. That is, wondering if the battle teens were alright. He had the feeling them twos are still in jail, left to rot. So went his visit to find where they’re being kept. Find such a man begging for release and wanting innocence. The woman, back to her usual self without all her outlandish Japanese yankee mode. They were quite surprise for the young lord to ask for their freedom and did the guard replied what he would never expect.

“Oh, Lord Seneth, please, as you asked. Your name is most preceded. I heard highly of what you have done. Forgive me and my patrons for the moment.” The other guards got up and saluted.

“Hmmmm? When? When have I become so well known?” Was it from some embarrassing things he done? Should a man like him play dumb? . . . Well, yes, of course yes, to have decent bonds. That is diffidently his character. Of one such good deed he done to weed out a majority of the secret combination of evil in their governance. Words travel fast down the ranks. Too fast.

“If the commander has a say in this, let him know it was I who came. He knows where to reach me.” He hope.

“Y-yes sir.” The jailmen saluted. All went well for the day. The guards greeted another man of interest and title. It was Sharlamange, the baron who tracked and seek an audience with the hobo. What will happen?

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A change of scenery near a train station. Across from the station, a cafe of lattes, gifts and sweets order by the baron. Sitted were the both of them. Nuj kindly decline the sweets served.

“The things sweet in life, freely was it given. You are an odd friend, Master Seneth. An honor to know one as well as thou.” Sharlamange sip his latte. Beside the plate is a cup of warm cabbage drink boiled in water. A small caddy accompany the fancy table along condiments, appealing structures, bloom picks and wide, stylish, flamboyant windows catering to peaceful cafe experiences.

“Must I oblige, deny your kindness. I too have a bad tooth, aching since my youth ended. An old soul as I tasting bitter before sweet for the health. Will I take the hot cabbage water. A request for a liter of it filtered, please.” A gesture the baron gives the drink server.

“I can see why Lord Nobi favors thou. And to slide you into the court as a criminal. I am most glad thou aren’t utterly destroy. Still, a possible solution would’ve been better than the useless gig I’m afraid.” Sharlamange put down the latte smiling, observe he of the store, reminiscence of the youthful years. “This cafe is one of my favorites. Has it been here since the days of Mortisula Namaekaido who ruled the area. Could you imagine, a madhouse of butchered cows, sellers of meat becoming a cafe shop for the ladies and tourists? The future is most unprecedented. Even the thoughts of fellow men are unprecedented.” A locomotive came by behind the scenery, two streets away.

“Depends on your view.” A train entering a light station from a distance.

“Oh, how would a cadger know the minds of cacogenics, Nuj, Lord of Hobos?”

“Psskkhh.” Seneth spitted out his healthy cabbage water, surprised by the say. He had a feeling, it would be a long talk. And was the baron aware that small settling issues were to get in the ways. The cats of the sipth appears from the left shoulder of the table when Sharlamange called them. Three in total wearing police caps, detective badges and mail bags.

“You read me mind, baron. How frightening.” Seneth folded the magic scroll and gave it to the cats to deliver the note to his guild.

Time is flowing quickly. For an old man like me, will I spake not of the politics involving Sharlamange and his residents, nor the policies of the town of Lasting Autumn. Will it be too deep in the rabbit hole O children. But will I speak plainly of the things needed to progress the story and things of interest to isekai readers.

Shall the author said, a meeting of importance that left many doors open without locks to keep it hidden. Highly is our main to keep secrets among secrets of importance. The level of “good” national security. And in these works and talks have Nuj brought up situation pertaining to him and to Sharlamange. Did it went well in favors, presented to the hobo a bounty of fine linens and twilens. Golds and pieces of wanted adornments, worth much in the eyes of rich men.

This given, as the baron says, “Glady I thank thee. For my house, fully the front wasn’t destroy. Greatly thou aid to defend the place under the request of Mayor Nobi. Such a man to ploy a stranger for defense. Greatly was I deceived in goodness.”

Seneth cannot be accepting such. Golds and pieces of wanted adornments. The hand over of fine linens and twilens. Not one bit of it interest him. Rare jewels that blings and magic things shine from the sack and miniature treasure and Hadley chests. And sing these servants, their hands that open the seams.

“Does not these fancy thou taste? What sayest thou?”

“Baron, oh baron. Foolish old heart is old of mine. Will thou not giveth me something worth of the soul? A worth one yearns for that cannot be bought by gold? Matters of silver, nor the costly things of the flesh that men trades with? Does not my clothes scream otherwise yet, heftily am I blessed.”

“Hmmmm.” So the baron thought. The riches of rich men, those who caters to judges and above. What does he want? A servant came before him who wasn’t of his group. Spoken about his misbehaved son returning to the college a day past. Has it spark the baron an idea.

A parent’s heart is the same in all the world. They want what’s best for their children. And much of it bring problematic affairs. So many seek after dramas, in movies no less. A lesser parent is no more different than an otiose son who doesn’t want to clean his room. Ages hides the truism.

“Inbes.”

“Yes, milord” answered one of the upper servants.

“Will thou’th bring me royal papers, ink and pen please.” And went the servant to get the called items. Knowing how smart this servant was, clearly brought more than what was said. Hours had passed and presented a better gift to Seneth.

“There is a city, south-east from here where a poor man like you may find a career. Judging from all the success that thou hast claimed, might thou make good entertainment. A delegate am I for an old friend. This personal letter of introduction will guarantee you an education. A position as a transfer student, no cost. Free of charge.” A jingle abrupt, toot-to-ling!

Congratulation, you have obtained the title: “Old School Hobo”

“Ooohhh Nooooooooooo!!!!! Get that light novel outta here!!” That was the state of Seneth’s mind in agony; not being able to jump over the height bar at the lowest as a member of the track team, if were to be a “mysterious” transfer student.

“Baron, as the head of judges, I implore thee. Am I an old man of the arts. Surly, teaching has its merits.”

“Very well, that could also be arrange. A professor will be most magnificent regardless of academic credentials. And please, . . . . do enlighten my havage.” The servant handed him a college catalog.

This is the short ending of their conversation.

Have I not talk much about Terkus nor Kano-Basho. It wouldn’t be the first time that the hobo have met them. From the day that our vagrant stepped on dog poop was he visited by a group of travelers along the river. That very day was our main heavily occupied. Dismissed, kindly declined the vaguely descriptive search they were looking for. For Terkus and his group, asked around from houses to houses till the last, an ending of one shopping district even the hobo haven’t shopped in.

“Ughhh, why is this quest so hard?!” said a member of their group whose name is Sagar.

“The harder it is, the better the rewards. Here.” Terkus came out from a shop with a grocery bag, thrown fruits to his partners, two who are with him.

“Your intimidating face will do the work. Why don’t we just take on some small quests in Lasting Autumn? We’re almost broke if heading into Zanestira. Yikes, the toll is unforgivable.” The member gave Terkus a wanted list and said, “Look at the price for their heads. Capturing two wanted fugitives are set in gold. It will cover for our travel expenses.”

“Leave the detour be for now. Lets gather up and finish the last of the three blocks. This is No Mercy’s home town, finding her should be our second priority. Where the hell is she?” It was somewhat problematic for Terkus to admit.

“No Mercy?”

“You haven’t been in the group long enough, Sagar. It’s for the best that c’you don’t call her that.” said the mage.

Terkus popped a large, spicy, jerky roll into his mouth. It looked more like an over-wrapped cigar. The man was old as children would claimed. Was he of twenty-nine years old and look pretty daunting as it was foretold. A man who’ve seen and been in many death scenarios. Scared the little girls running their flower and pottery shops comically. Fox and Korimi pass by them, treated them like any other sailors. Oh, the bag of jerky had strong delicious smells, full of spices and flavors. Had it gotten Korimi’s attention that have annihilate the fear of them young tailors. Did the beastian ask for one piece indeed.

“The man looks familiar.” Sagar couldn’t pin point where he saw Fox before.

It was rude for a stranger who wasn’t poor to asked charity for free food. Fox knew and pulled the beast boy away by the ear and excuse themselves. Odessa was in a bathroom ahead. They were to meet up from whatever plan Seneth hosted outside the town. The place of meeting: a meadow on the outskirt of Lasting Autumn. Oh my, in front of the fairy fountain. This expedition of Seneth’s was most absurd to Fox. Couldn’t they just plan in one of the Court of Guilds’ extension @home instead? This is what was written on the magical note:

Dear Tea_Party_Brigade guild,

Your humble master of kicking enemies, I, Seneth, hearby charge the guild an extraordinary quest. This unbelievable venture to the Meadows of Ocarina. In front of the fairy fountain, shall we meet and devise a plan of my next proceeded ideas. I will join you when my business here is done. May rupees shine and favors you and too gives you something to do.

Best wishes, Love Seneth, Lord of Hobos - Triforce

We focus on Kano-Basho, hardly working and alone, enjoying her free time. Instead of searching for clues or asking around, stood in front of the train station, waiting as usual for her younger sister, Hyruno. No Mercy has other methods. That is, to make her sister do all her works for her. Whether it is super effective, she haven’t the slightest clue. It was not long before Hyruno came to see her sister. Heard that she was in town because of a major quest. They meet up and was the casual, the seriousness, the past, the accidental speuk of embarrassment, the teasing, and the surprise coincidence all leads the mouths and eyes to a group that exit the cafe. Would No Mercy do more to shame her who let the waters loose.

“Ooohhh-ho-hooo-ho-ho-ho. It must be fate.” No Mercy joked intensely. Before Hyruno could answer, Sharlamange talk. Was it subtle from their position, yet ever it attracted the public till a section was brought up, who the baron kept it personally with the vagrant.

“If thy will it, may I ask that thou will keep the matters about me son a secret from mayor Nobi.” Curtly said and has the hobo reply. “No worries. I am not a liberal nor a churl who legions with bribery in the house of blackmail, nor can it destroy me.” A loosely term thrown around smeared with many tars.

“I thank thee, Master Seneth. Pray the world go round. Until then, may the days be well.” Sharlamange left with his people. The liter of cabbage water sitting on the floor. No Mercy and Hyruno girly mrr about.

“Achoo!” Had he sneezed expecting the land of Autumn are graciously talking about him. The letter of introduction, nicely was it folded into the special case envelope. The designed compass was filled with lettering of some sorts. A sealed envelope was of most high prestige.

Looking back at the main hub of the town. For the sake of Sharlamange and the mayor of Autumn, an extraordinary quest was acceptted. Our hobo’s life was at risk with the remaining cults too that was discused. The introduction of the Gadianton robbers baron Sharlamange spoke about was a serious matter. Had the good man denied Nobi’s intellect and work. But with Sharlamange to boot, it has to be done.

If going job hunting out of the state would ease one’s mind then let it. To find a good, fun, enjoyable job that one would love to do. Teaching in a fantasy world has a nice tune to it. Unfortunately, will he must admit, in reality, it is not the funnest nor is it enjoyable.

“Woo-hoo, I am gonna be a fake English professor.” Maybe a tutor of kings in the future is more befitting. Perhaps a weirdo Merlin? Seneth do wonder what jobs are available if he would to proclaim happily of his future fantasy homestead without Ceaser’s taxes attached.