THE MAN'S PLANS

As the man in the tavern was surrounded by a mysterious presence, the atmosphere grew heavy. The group finally got a close look at him—he had blond hair and an evil smirk on his face. His voice, dripping with malice, echoed through the air as he spoke, "Now, the plan can be set into motion."

Meanwhile, Ken was seen heading toward a nearby forest. The man, accompanied by 50 of his men, followed in pursuit, fully prepared to end Ken's life. Ken, sensing the presence of the approaching group, analyzed their movements. "Just as I expected," he muttered under his breath. His weapon spirit spoke to him, "Lord, there are 51 of them. This will be our next course of action."

The leader of the group, a naval officer, grinned maniacally. "Where are you, persistent little brat?" he taunted as he scanned the forest.

Ken, however, had already anticipated their move. He hid within a small, ruined temple, patiently waiting for them to draw near. His spirit spoke again, "Lord, what will you do?"

Ken's response was calm and deliberate. He began to release a mist-like aura, a subtle and almost untraceable presence that enveloped the area. The group of men, sensing the shift in the air, noticed the influx of energy and approached cautiously. They found the ruined temple, where they paused to discuss their next move.

The group split into two smaller units, each taking a separate path into the ruins to search for Ken. The hunt had begun.