A young Mandalorian, who was nothing more than a bounty hunter in his ordinary life, decides to travel to Orario to become stronger by hunting various monsters in the Dungeon and to carve out a reputation for himself. But what adventures will unfold...
*Note: since my native language is not English, I translated my story using artificial intelligence, so there may be spelling mistakes, but I promise I will do my best!
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As morning arrived, the young Mandalorian opened his eyes and woke up from the mat he had been sleeping on. He got up, washed his face with a bucket of water, and brushed his teeth. After having breakfast, he saw himself in the broken mirror that was there.
It had been years since he had paid attention to his face in the mirror. As the clan leader had taught him, the most likely thing for a Mandalorian to forget is himself. As he reminisced about his memories with the brothers and sisters he had grown up with, a tear rolled down his cheek.
He missed those days, the days when he played with other children and trained together to become what they are now. However, as time passed, the child within them faded away and was replaced by a warrior.
Artyom wiped away his tear and took a deep breath. When you choose a path, you must follow it as far as you can. This was his Way, and he wanted to see the outside world. Indeed, this was just a temptation from loneliness and nothing more. His adventure had just begun in this city, and this was the place where he was supposed to gain experience.
-- With this thought, he donned his Mandalorian armor and stepped out of his hut.
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The abandoned area of Orario was always devoid of inhabitants. Almost no one was seen around. No hustle and bustle of vendors and traders, no movement of people. Only silence, accompanied by a pleasant breeze that made the atmosphere calming.
However, there was a suspicious person who was constantly following him from behind the buildings. But this time, it was done unprofessionally. Artyom noticed this from the moment he left his hut. But still, it seemed strange. Who was following him this time?
Given the skill of the person following him, it was really quite obvious. Yet, they were still following him. What exactly was going on? This was the second time someone had followed him from behind. However, this time he doubted that this one was connected to those eyes. Because he could see that this person, unlike the one who followed him last week, was weaker than one could imagine.
