Trash

Azrael was walking around through the city and could see various establishments like restaurants and Inns.

At some point, he even landed at a town square where a large fountain was placed in the middle. Looking around he saw many other people walk past him and doing their own things. Adventurers and civilians alike.

Some of them did take a curious glance at him but otherwise didn't bother to start a conversation.

So after sitting down at the edge of the fountain he watched the busy flow for a clear while. Azrael was rather fascinated by this first impression he got from this world.

He always wondered how it felt to be in such a world and now that he was in one, he started to appreciate it. Even if it really took a while until he did so.

Then after having enough, he went back to his own thoughts. There were still things to be done.

´But how exactly do I do this? There are so many different people walking around. Do I just ask them?´

He stared at a group of 15 people who seemed to be adventurers.

´Why do I feel like the longer I watch this massive crowd, the more I can see certain groups in them. I didn't notice it instantly but there is still that clear distinction. As if most of the people present already had established their parties...Well, it would make sense of course.´

His gaze wandered over to a few people here and there that had ominously large backpacks on their backs.

´Those should be the supporters that are just standing around and waiting to be brought for their services. Kinda reminds me of prostitutes...Well better that than actually selling your body, huh.´

Focusing his hearing on a group that was approaching such a supporter he could actually hear what they were saying.

´Damn, these ears are sharp. Handy stuff.´ Azrael smiled about his new sharper senses.

"Hey, you. We still need a carrier. We go to Floor 15. We give you 5000 valis for the run."

"Sir, that is..."

"What? Do you think you need more money? You are just going to tag along and carrying stuff. Don't overestimate your value, mule."

Azrael just sighed at that. ´Give a person power and you will see his true personality. It doesn't even matter how much that power is. What trash people...So a supporter that has a skill with weight at its focus is doomed to be a mule in the eyes of others...´

Scratching his head he was somehow getting annoyed by this and his body also felt awkwardly itchy to punch that asshole. But he suppressed his urge and then continued to think.

´Well, fuck it. May as well go all out.´ Azrael stood up and jumped on the fountain where he was just sitting a moment ago.

Then he inhaled strongly and started to shout loudly so that everyone would definitely hear him.

"ANY FAMILIA PRESENT THAT WANTS A LEGENDARY WARRIOR TO JOIN!!!? I REPEAT!" And after repeating his words once more he could see a massive amount of people staring at him in surprise of his obnoxious loud voice. Most of them, of course, had a very deep frown and annoyed expression on their face.

Azrael just looked while resting his arms at his waist. His tail wiggled around a little bit. It looks like this was his new nervous finger thumbing.

"Get lost brat! Stop shouting!"

"Hahaha, look at that idiot. Hey, greenhorn! You better don't spout such bullshit around here!"

There were, of course, many people laughing at him and ridiculing his action. And those were by far the majority of the people present.

´Good.´

Azrael´s gaze traveled over all those that seemed to disregard and ridicule him and made a mental note to erase them from existence in his mind. They were not worth the breath.

´Makes it easier to find out who is trash and who might be useful.´

This was actually a small test he did even if it was at his own expense. Weirdly enough there were actually small groups of adventurers approaching him. But after asking his level they only smiled wryly at best or joined laughing at him.

"We could give you a spot as our mule! But that is about everything you seem to be good for! Legendary warrior my ass! Some people really are delusional."

´So only trash running around on the streets today. They didn't even bother answering my question and only went on with insulting.´ sighing greatly Azrael just shrugs his shoulders and starts to walk away.

But when he was not far away another group of three approached him.

"Hey, kid." The voice of a redhaired guy resounded. He looked in his 30´s and carried a lance at his back.

Azrael stopped and turned around. But just when he did so a punch came right at his face.

It hit him hard and he was thrown back to the ground. "Guh..." Azrael groaned in pain, rolled to the side and coughed.

When he tried to get back up he felt a pull by someone on his backpack. Not wanting to give anyone his possessions, Azrael struggled but that was only met with a kick that sent him straight back to the ground.

"Damn, this little shit doesn't even have anything in his backpack. He is as poor as they come. Not a single valis."

Throwing the now freshly searched bag back to him they started laughing at him.

"Next time you don't talk bullshit with being some invincible warrior. Hope that little lesson gets through to your thick skull."

Then his attackers walked past him. "Welcome to Orario, dipshit." The trio still laughed maniacally while walking away from him.

Azrael was only glaring at that bastard´s back and slowly started to stand back up.

He wiped away the blood that came from the corner of his mouth and picked up his backpack.

Looking inside and still seeing his device inside it, he threw it back on his back and walked onwards.

Even though he knew this outcome would possibly be also triggered with his action, he was still pissed that it did happen.

But what worsened his mood even further at the moment was that his stomach started to growl.

´....´

When he looked around he could see that the people that witnessed the accident didn't do anything at all.

´Damn society still doesn't change no matter the world...´