"ˢⁿᵃᵖ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ" . . . looking for something new, (y/n) takes the hunter exam in an attempt to explore the world, not knowing what they were getting themselves into. they wound up helping a certain blonde boy in his seemingly never ending journey fo...
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The gleaming sun begins to drop further in the sky causing the light blue to slowly turn to an orangey pink. Tall buildings surrounded the road on each side, the majority of them being shops and cafes. You glance inside the store windows to see lacy dresses and a variety of pastries and desserts being displayed hoping to draw in customers. You fidget around in your new clothing, tugging on the sleeves a bit so it's more comfortable.
You continue to walk down the sidewalk as you glance at the large clocktower dead in the center of the city. 15 minutes, still plenty of time to make it. At this, you slow your pace ever so slightly, allowing yourself to have just a little more time to admire your surroundings. The small chatter of the people walking around you, the buzz of tires against the road, and the sweet calls of birds sound in your ear as you make your way to the train station. You're not in a rush for now, it was peaceful and you liked it. But of course, you're not very lucky.
Your peace of mind is interrupted when you hear yelling. In an instant, you look ahead of you to see a purple haired boy cursing and attempting to run after a group of three people, all head to toe in black clothing.
"Dammit!" the boy yells, anger across his features.
You direct your attention to the trio, weaving their way through the people walking down the sidewalk. Without a second thought you sprint as fast as you can, chasing after them the best you can. You're about to catch up when the trio makes a sharp turn into an alleyway between two large buildings. You chase after them, gaining on them with each step you take. Just before you get the chance to grab one of them, the three stop dead in their tracks- a dead end.
In the split second they stand there to face you, your eyes catch the one standing in the middle with a grey bag slung over their shoulder- you can safely assume it's what they stole. You hold up your fists, taunting them, daring them to attack first. One of them rushes towards you, fist extended. You take a swift step to the side then hit their neck with the side of your hand, knocking them unconcious.
The one on the right takes a similar attempt, running towards you head-on. But this time, just when it looks like they're about to hit you, they jump to your side and try to hit you from behind. A better attack than the first thief, you admit, but still not a very good one. Before their fist can make contact with your side, you grab their fist. In their moment of shock, you knee them in the gut then let them drop down to the cold concrete.
Now just one more to go.
Unlike the other two, the third theif doesn't move from their spot and continues to make eye contact with you. All of a sudden, the two of you charge towards each other, each of you set on taking the other out. They swing their fist at your face, but you block with your left arm, kicking them in the shin.
