Chapter 1 - 4,Participating in martial arts competitions

Saphire slowly awoke, feeling the softness of the mattress beneath her. Her eyes were still heavy, but the sunlight streaming through the curtains forced them open. The chirping of birds outside and the faint aroma of toasted bread drifting from the inn's kitchen signaled that morning had arrived.

She shifted her body, noticing a slight ache in her muscles—a reminder that she was still tired from all that had happened the day before. Saphire exhaled deeply, rolled to sit on the edge of the bed, and wiped her face, trying to clear away the remnants of sleep.

As her vision sharpened, she took in her surroundings. The room was simple yet comfortable, with neatly polished wooden walls and a small window that let in the morning light. Her katana still rested in the corner, its blade catching the sun's rays.

"This isn't a dream," she thought. The reality of being in this strange new world was starting to sink in. There was no sign of her old life, and the only way forward was to accept this reality and find a way to survive.

Standing up, Saphire stretched her stiff body and began to think about her next steps. She knew she had to learn more about this world—its culture, language, and most importantly, its survival rules. Gathering information was her first priority.

She reached for her katana and carefully sheathed it—a tool that wasn't just a weapon but also her last connection to her past life. After ensuring it was securely fastened at her waist, she walked over to the window, drew back the curtains, and gazed outside.

The view revealed a bustling city. Merchants were starting to open their stalls, and local residents moved briskly, beginning their daily routines. This was a new world, full of mysteries, and she was determined to uncover its secrets.

"Alright," she murmured to herself, "time to learn more about this place."

Leaving her room, Saphire descended the inn's stairs. On the ground floor, the same receptionist from the previous night greeted her with a warm smile.

"A bright morning, miss. Did you sleep well?" the receptionist asked.

Saphire returned a gentle smile with a nod. "Yes, thank you. I slept very soundly."

The receptionist's smile broadened. "That's great. If you need breakfast or any information about the city, don't hesitate to ask. We're here to help."

Noticing a hint of awkwardness in Saphire's demeanor, the receptionist decided to introduce herself.

"Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself," she said, extending her hand. "My name is Elara. I run this inn. If there's anything you need, just let me know."

Saphire accepted the handshake and replied warmly, "I'm Saphire. Thank you for your help last night, Elara."

"Glad to be of assistance," Elara replied kindly. "So, is there anything I can help you with this morning?"

Saphire nodded slowly, her mind already racing with questions. "I'd like to ask about the local currency. How does its exchange work, and how can I obtain it?"

Elara smiled knowingly, as if expecting the question. "The currency here is called the 'krona.' Krona coins are made of different metals—copper is the most common, silver is more valuable, and gold is the most prized. Their value is based on these metals."

Listening intently, Saphire realized that understanding this was crucial for her survival.

"You mentioned last night that you didn't have any local currency, right?" Elara continued. "If you have valuables from your homeland, perhaps you could trade them at the market with interested merchants. There are also jobs available that can earn you money."

Saphire nodded, considering her options. "Are there any particular jobs you'd recommend for someone new like me?"

Elara thought for a moment before replying. "Most newcomers start as day laborers or even as guards if they have combat skills. But with your appearance and the way you carry your katana, I'm sure you could secure a better position—perhaps as a mercenary or even a bodyguard."

Taking in the advice, Saphire realized that her katana skills could be a significant asset in this world. But first, she needed to learn more about her surroundings and the people in them.

"Thank you, Elara," Saphire said sincerely. "I'll look into it and maybe consider taking a job."

Elara nodded. "My best advice, Saphire, is to visit the market today. You'll see firsthand how the currency works and perhaps find opportunities to trade or earn money. And if you need more guidance, I'm always here to help."

Feeling reassured, Saphire now had a clearer idea of how this world functioned—at least in economic terms. With Elara's advice in mind, she felt ready to face the challenges ahead.

"Thanks again, Elara," she said before heading out the inn's door. "I'm off to the market to learn more."

Elara smiled. "Good luck, Saphire. And remember, our inn is always open for you."

Stepping outside, Saphire was greeted by the fresh morning air and the lively buzz of the city. The sky stretched out in a brilliant blue, and sunlight bathed the cobblestone streets lined with small stalls, carts, and various shops.

As she strolled along the main road, the energy of the city grew. Street vendors were busy setting up their stalls, arranging fresh fruits, vegetables, spices, clothing, and handmade crafts. The aromas of spices and cooking food mingled in the air, inviting and delicious.

Saphire observed the people around her—busy yet calm, suggesting that the city was safe and orderly. She saw a mix of individuals, from farmers in simple attire to wealthy merchants in more luxurious clothing. Children laughed as they ran through the streets, while a few soldiers, clad in simple armor and carrying spears, patrolled attentively.

She also admired the local architecture: houses built of wood and stone with steep roofs and small windows adorned with flowers. Some grander buildings, likely belonging to affluent merchants or serving as community centers, boasted intricate carvings on their doors and windows.

As she neared the market, the lively atmosphere intensified. The sounds of bargaining, laughter, and animated conversation filled the air. Larger and more diverse stalls appeared, selling goods from far and wide, including jewelry, weapons, and other luxury items.

Drawn by the rich aroma and vibrant colors, Saphire found herself at a spice stall. An elderly woman running the stall greeted her warmly, though Saphire offered only a brief nod in return.

Wandering through the bustling alleys of the market, Saphire took in every detail. She watched a blacksmith working diligently at his forge, sparks flying as he hammered hot metal, and in another corner, a bookseller showcased a collection of handwritten manuscripts and ancient scrolls that caught the eye of a group of neatly dressed youths.

Despite her focus, Saphire couldn't help but notice that several people were still eyeing her—likely because her appearance was so distinct. With her jet-black hair and deep blue eyes, she stood out among the locals, who mostly had brown or blonde hair. Yet, rather than feeling self-conscious, she embraced the attention as an opportunity to learn more about this new world.

Eventually, Saphire reached the heart of the market—a large open square surrounded by the busiest and most impressive stalls. Amidst the crowd, she noticed a striking building drawing a sizable gathering. The structure resembled an arena, with high stone walls. Colorful banners fluttered around it, and the excited murmurs of the crowd could be heard even from a distance.

Curious about the commotion, Saphire approached a middle-aged man standing nearby, who seemed interested but not fully engrossed in the gathering.

"Excuse me, may I ask you something?" Saphire began.

The man turned and smiled kindly. "Of course. What would you like to know?"

"What's happening over there?" Saphire asked, pointing toward the large building.

"That's the tournament arena," the man explained enthusiastically. "Every month, the city hosts a martial arts competition. Anyone who feels confident enough to fight can sign up, and the winner receives a grand prize of 100 gold krona coins!"

Saphire's eyes lit up at the mention of such a prize. "100 gold coins?" she murmured, hardly able to contain her excitement.

The man nodded. "Absolutely. It's one of the city's biggest events. Fighters from all over come to test their skills. Even some well-known warriors often participate."

A surge of determination filled Saphire. One hundred gold coins would be a substantial reward—enough to ensure her survival for a long time. Moreover, the tournament was the perfect chance to sharpen her skills and gain more combat experience.

"Wait, can I register now?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

"Certainly," the man replied. "Registration is open until this afternoon. If you believe you're capable, you can sign up at the registration desk near the entrance. Just show that you have a weapon and the fighting prowess to back it up."

Without hesitation, Saphire thanked the man and made her way toward the arena. She could feel adrenaline beginning to course through her veins—a sensation she hadn't felt since arriving in this new world. This was an opportunity she couldn't let slip by.

At the entrance, she found a simple wooden desk where several people were busy registering. Behind the desk, a burly man with a serious expression sat, holding a list of names.

Saphire stepped forward and announced her intention to compete. The man regarded her with mild surprise—likely due to her unconventional appearance for a fighter—but he only asked for her name and the type of weapon she would be using.

"Saphire Yukiko Volkov. I'll be using my katana," she stated firmly.

The man nodded, recording her name on the list before handing her a small metal token as her registration badge. "The competition starts tomorrow morning. Make sure you're prepared. Only the best fighters will last until the end."

Clutching the token tightly, Saphire smiled to herself. "Tomorrow, everything begins."

After registering for the martial arts competition, Saphire felt it was best to prepare herself as much as possible. According to an earlier arrangement with Elara, she decided to return to the inn to help out before heading into the forest for some training.

Quickly making her way back through the now busier city streets, Saphire arrived at the inn and found Elara busy cleaning tables in the dining area.

"Welcome back, Saphire. Need any help?" Elara asked warmly.

"You're back just in time," Elara continued. "I need help preparing lunch for the guests. Could you lend a hand in the kitchen?"

Saphire nodded and followed Elara to the inn's kitchen. There, she helped chop vegetables, stir a hearty soup, and set the tables for lunch. Although the tasks were simple, Saphire found joy in helping—and it gave her an opportunity to grow closer to Elara.

As noon approached and lunch preparations were complete, Elara brought over a tray laden with food. "You've worked hard today. This is for you," she said, offering a plate filled with a delicious meal.

Saphire accepted the food gratefully, sitting at an empty table to enjoy her meal. The lunch was simple yet satisfying—a serving of fresh bread, vegetable soup, and tender slices of meat. After a busy morning, this meal provided the energy she needed for the rest of the day.

Once finished, Saphire stood and approached Elara. "Thank you for the meal, Elara. I have to head out for a while—there are things I need to do."

Elara nodded understandingly. "Be careful out there, Saphire. And remember, our inn is always open to you."

Grateful for the kindness, Saphire bid farewell and left the inn, following the familiar path through the market that now hummed with afternoon activity. The sounds of conversation, bargaining, and laughter still filled the air, but her mind was set on her next destination: the forest for training.

Leaving the bustling market behind, the path began to ascend gently, leading toward a quieter part of town. The busy buildings gradually gave way to sparser homes and small fields. In the distance, the forest loomed—a dense expanse of tall trees lining the path.

As she neared the forest, the urban clamor faded into the soft murmur of nature—the rustling of leaves in the wind, the cheerful songs of birds, and the faint scurrying of small animals among the underbrush. The once cobblestone path transformed into soft earth beneath her feet, interspersed with the gnarled roots of ancient trees.

This forest was unlike any she had seen before—more lush and vibrant, yet imbued with a serene calm. Saphire ventured deeper, searching for a spacious, secluded clearing where she could train in peace.

At last, she discovered an open area encircled by towering trees. The clearing was large enough to move freely, shielded by the dense canopy above. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow on the ground.

Taking a deep breath, Saphire savored the tranquility of the place. She set her bag down, slowly unsheathed her katana, and admired how the blade glimmered in the dappled light.

"All right," she murmured to herself, "it's time to train."

She began an intense training session, swinging her katana with fluid, precise movements. Practicing various techniques she had learned, she combined swift, powerful strikes with pinpoint accuracy. Each swing was accompanied by the soft whisper of the blade slicing through the air—a reminder of both her strength and the precision she sought to master.

This training wasn't just about honing her combat skills—it was preparation for tomorrow's tournament. In a world filled with danger, Saphire knew she must always be ready for the unexpected. And here, in the quiet sanctuary of the forest, she could truly forge herself into a formidable warrior.

Thus, with the dawn of a new day and the promise of battle ahead, Saphire embraced her journey in this strange world—armed not only with her katana but with newfound resolve and determination to succeed.