Both of them felt a bit uncomfortable. Fathers were hiding their daughters, and daughters their sisters- everyone else was carefully watching every step Uter took and gossiping about who he was wandering around with in broad daylight. Tanja had told them that he was from some noble family, but it must have been the most noble of the noble families in Patoi if his presence was causing such a stir among the people. Unexpectedly, two teenage boys ran up to them.
- Can we get your autograph?—they asked with hopeful eyes, holding out a quill and inkwell they had grabbed from home just moments earlier
- Sure—he said, taking the quill and scribbling his signature on their hands. The boys thanked him and ran off to tell their friends what had just happened to them.
- Are you some kind of star around here, or what?—Misu's curiosity finally got the better of her
- You see, my dear, have you ever wondered what the difference is between a story from a book and life?
- Not really.
- In a book, you can't meet the characters, but in life, you can. I'm one of those characters from a story, but you can meet me. When I was twelve, I read this book called Vedmak—it was about a guy who travels around, kills monsters, has fun, and either spends the night alone in the forest or with a lady in bed. I thought to myself that this was exactly how I wanted to live, so I started doing everything I could to make it happen. When I was fifteen, my old man told me he'd write me out of the will and take away my rightful lands if I didn't stop ruining the family's reputation. So, I told that old shroomhead( offensive way to describe old person in the position of power) that this family's reputation would only get better, and I walked out. Since then, my life has resembled Vedmak's life, and because I don't shy away from telling stories about my adventures and showing off the heads of forest demons, it somehow turned out that even little kids like those recognize me.
They stopped at a costume shop. Inside was a young man with a silver earring in his left ear and a burning joint of some herb in his mouth.
- Brother, what brings you to me at this hour?—the shopkeeper stood up and embraced Uter
- I need three masks, one for me and these two.
- Are you going to a masquerade ball, an orgy, or planning to mess something up?
- If you're asking why we need the masks, it's the third option.
- I see, so these two came with you, right?
- I'm Misu, and the handsome guy on my right is Yuso, nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you too. My name's Jakus, I enjoy making fashion accessories, intoxicants, and having one-night stands with girls. Should these masks be something interesting or just plain and simple?
- They should completely cover our faces, but still allow us to fight and search for things.—Uter knew exactly what they needed.
- Sorry, but I have one issue—Misu raised her hand as if asking for permission to speak—I'm not taking off my coat, so maybe I don't really need a mask since everyone will recognize me anyway.
- Hmm... I know this might sound stupid, but we don't know each other, so I have to ask. Do you understand that they might recognize you in town and harm you?"—Uter wanted to make sure the girl understood what she was getting into. Over the years, he had developed a habit of ensuring girls knew the consequences of their actions.
- Yes.
- Alright then, no problem. If you don't want to, you can go without a mask, but with that yellow coat, we could still figure something out. Without a mask, not so much.
YOU ARE READING
Yuso Ase
FantasyDuring another miserable night Yuso meets a girl named Misu who claims to be send from his father who he doesn't even know. That's how their adventure begins.
