Prologue - the young hunter

Hello! Chirith here! You see I have been playing this good game and decided to incorporate it with an Isekai'ed OC sent to Orario. I hope you guys enjoy this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Danmachi or any other video game references/crossovers present in this fanfiction.

Also, this story is a few years before Canon and has a lot of changes to the canon timeline.

Dark eyes stared at a reflection on the liquid inside the mead. Their owner, a young man dressed in what seemed to be brown leather with pauldrons, several pouches strapped on a belt on his chest along with a small knife, had their hood up, covering his face and hiding it in the shadows. He wore an axe on his waist and a dagger on the back of his waist. Gloved hands held the cup and gently poured its contents on his mouth and his throat.

"Rough day, nya?" Asked a brunette with cat ears dressed in a green waitress dress and white apron as she put a plate of food on his table. A smile present on her face.

"It depends on who you ask." The young man answered as he nodded at her and raised his cup. The waitress just smiled and poured more of the liquid on it.

"Well, for you?" Asked the waitress as she finished filling the cup.

"Not bad, just scouted out some areas on the dungeon. As a solo, I have to be careful and I can't be reckless, even if I have healing magic." The young man said while the waitress nodded.

"If you're gonna eat here, at least lose the mask," said a young woman with black hair and cat ears. The young man's eyes narrowed at her under the hood.

"Tell that to yourself, Shotacon." Snarked the man as the maid smugly smirked at him.

"I do, and I choose my boys well. Sorry, but I don't accept old men." Said the black-haired waitress.

"I'm only 20!" The young man said with a scowl before massaging his forehead.

"And you better keep your hands to yourself if you don't want to die at a young age," a booming voice echoed through the room aimed at him. Looking at the owner of the voice, it was a woman with brown hair with huge muscles who looks like she could snap a man in half like a toothpick. While the words were harsh, she had a smirk on her face.

"You know I'm a ranger, not a goddamn bandit... Jesus Christ." The young man whispered as he caught a mug of alcohol from a passing long-eared blonde, who glared at him and kicked his shin. "Damn it, she just hit me!"

"And?" Asked the big woman with a smirk, ignoring the young man's dilemma and aching shin. "You're an adventurer, you'll toughen it out."

"This is so unfair," He whispered as he took a sip of the alcohol and let the liquid burn through his throat. "Stupid Thalmor..." The young man whispered and he suddenly froze when he felt a burst of killing intent from behind him. Wisely, the young man closed his mouth before looking around.

He ate his meal as he did. The restaurant was not full like most nights but there were still a lot of people.

"Here, idiot." Said the blonde as she put down a small plate of what seemed to be cracklings, a good pair for his drink.

"Thanks," Replied the man as he decided to leave a good amount of tip. Not a bad day, considering... an image of a gruesome sight appeared in his mind yet the young man still ate and drank.

"Oh, By the way, if you have the time." A young woman with gray hair said as she looked at him.

"Invite some people back here." The young man finished as he stood up, leaving the payment for the meal and some tips. "Thank you for the meal, Mama Mia."

"No problem, come back anytime, kiddo!" The owner of the restaurant said with a grin as the young man tipped his hood to her before flicking his pointer and middle finger at her in a finger gun.

"You're pretty good." He said with a grin visible on his face before downing the last of his mead and walking away with a wave, his leather clothes melting away with the crowd.

The young man walked through the crowded streets of the dungeon city of Orario until he arrived at a house

It was big and looked like a mansion with the roof resembling a boat of some kind with shields all around.

"Hey, kid." Said a dark-skinned male with red hair and eyes. He had long ears and a smile on his face.

"Hey, Athis." The male greeted with a smile while nodding at him. "How're the others?" He asked and before he knew it, he found himself in the grip of strong yet petite arms of a red-haired woman around her early thirties.

"Getting sloppy there, whelp!" Said the woman with a teasing tone.

Gritting his teeth, the young man used his left arm and grabbed the woman's arm around his neck and twisted his body, throwing the woman away from him and to the ground.

"Damn it, Old Sis! I told you not to" The young man was cut off when the redhead grabbed his mouth.

"What?" She asked with a smile and cold eyes.

"I mean, my beautiful young shield-sister!" The young man said only to be met with laughter from several men behind him.

"Stop scaring the pup, Aela." Said the gruff voice of a man laced with amusement.

"Sheesh! Aela, the poor kid looks like he's going to wet his pants, again!" Said a blond with a myg of alcohol while the male just blushed.

"That was one time! Stop bringing it up!" Cried the male with a red face. lowering his hood, the young man covered his ears. "La La La! I can't hear you!" Said the male as he ran like a bitch- Retreated tactically. Peaking his head out of the mansion's door, he smiled at them. "Glad to see every one of you is safe!"

On his way to a small room, the young man saw an old man with white hair who looked very old.

"Oh, Ren. How's your dinner?" He asked with a kind smile. Stopping, the young man, Ren, nodded at him. "I did! We should all eat there every once in a while." Offered the young man while a male dressed in fur and a deer skull as a mask looked at him.

"When we have the time." Said the man with a deer mask. "Now, rest up. A hunter will only be effective when he is well-rested."

"By your leave, Boss." Said Ren as he gave them a nod filled with respect and went on his way.

"Kodlak," The man said as he watched Ren enter the room.

"Yes, my lord?" Asked the elderly male.

"Have the circle meet with me in the underforge later. It is time for the circle and I to conduct a hunt." The male said as he walked away.

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Inside his room, Ren removed his leather armor and put on a plain green shirt. Sitting on a chair by the window, the young man opened his journal and took a quill.

Month 9 Day 15

It has been over nine months and a half ever since I have arrived in this world and the city of Orario. I have been a full member of the companions for half a year now. I have managed to form genuine bonds with my shield siblings and I see them as my trueborn siblings.

Aela- a red-haired werewolf is my awesome big sister that often finds a lot of ways to tease me.

Skjor- is more of my gruff uncle that looks mean but he has a soft side.

Torvar- is my drunkard of an uncle and while he is unmotivated, he is quite a good fighter.

Athis- The only elf of the group, he might seem arrogant but he is a nice guy and a good brother.

Njada- A bitch of a sister but will always have your back.

Farkas- My brother who I can count on to be there by my side. While very blunt, he is someone I will confidently trust my life with.

Vilkas- Farkas' twin brother. As the more tactical of the two and more talkative of the twins, he teases Farkas a lot but will not hesitate to defend his twin. Just like Farkas, I will not hesitate to have him watch my back.

Kodlak- The Harbinger of the companions and a werewolf like Aela, Farkas, Vilkas, and Skjor. He is a kind old man I see as a grandfather and I owe him a lot. If it wasn't for him, I would have been dead... or worse.

I have managed to map a secret area on the 3rd floor of the dungeon. There are several golden birds there and while they are monsters, they are quite pacifistic. I Will observe them more for data.

Speaking of data, I have finished several reports of the numerous features of the monsters around the first to 3rd floors of the dungeon. I sell them at an affordable price to many new adventurers along with my guiding services.

Closing his journal, the young man looked at the moon and sighed. He might have his shield siblings now, but he was still lonely. Standing from his desk, the young man did several stretches revealing the dear skull tattoo on his back before he entered the comforts of his bed.

Yes! It is Skyrim!

Fun Fact: When I found out Kodlak was killed and got on that revenge mission, I used my enchanted and upgraded wolf set along with a ring and necklace. I named the set Wolf Devourers as a tribute to my favorite game Gods Eater Burst. I also used a pair of enchanted Skyforge steel swords, one enchanted with fire and the other with a silent moon. I waited until it was night and killed every silver hand I can get on and went werewolf to eat them all!

Also, the armor he wears is the thieves guild armor (which is the best armor in the game, design wise)

I might update this in a week or so.

You can guess who their Familia deity is.