Legacy of the Pantheruos

Heroes...

3rd POV

At this point in time, Raptor's favorite settlement had seen him as their hero. Whenever he was in town and did bounties, they felt a certain sense of relief and comfort fill their hearts. He often did jobs that nobody wanted or didn't have a high enough reward but that didn't matter to him. The thing that mattered was that it kept him busy and on the move constantly while earning him a steady source of income to buy more supplies. This was the way he survived. Staying out of the reach of countless people was how he survived all these years. He didn't care about politics, it was an unnecessary headache he didn't wish to deal with. Going to teach the academies was absolutely off the table and the amount of times he had been told that started to reach a couple dozen. The academies were untrustworthy in his opinion, something about them just screamed rotten secrecy to him. While he wouldn't teach at any academy, he did offer assistance when helping train some of the frontier towns.

All he did was give them lessons whenever he stayed longer than a week. Nothing special, just some basic maneuvers and shooting lessons that would help them survive in against a Grimm attack. It proved to be beneficial since some settlements were more prepared than others and they were often the ones that provided Raptor with a place to stay if needed. Out of the countless settlements that he had come across over the years, there were a couple that he enjoyed being in. While he remained distant towards people like usual, he wasn't particularly cold to them. Some picked up on this while others didn't. He wasn't rude to people, it was more along the lines of he didn't know how to interact with them. A loner at heart was what he was and would always be.

He went through the market of people and looked at some of the stands before trading some of the items he had collected around the world. For example, he noticed that certain herbs that grow in Atlas are extremely valuable in Vacuo or a certain type of mineral from Mistral was valuable in Atlas. These things became useful knowledge when there weren't bounties available yet or were taken. Different items held different values in some places. He traded some of the herbs from Atlas with a shopkeeper before accepting the Lien and leaving shortly after. Trading was one of the main reasons he knew how to deal with Lien. It was just as simple as the current currency system of Pantheruos and all the other worlds, but somehow less advanced. Remnant overall was just... so far back as far as technology and how things were ran, it always made him sigh in exasperation when he remembered. It was like they couldn't figure out that there were other resources other than Dust.

Days started to slip by and those eventually turned to weeks of being outside in the frontier, that he ended up in his favorite settlement. He preferred this one over some of the others for several reasons; it had a place he could get supplies, bounties, and the one person he could call a friend. Although they were polar opposites, they somehow had a professional relationship that seemed to work. He enjoyed solitude and silence, preferred to be the one who did things by himself, and always be on the move. She preferred the company of others, working together, and only moving if she had no choice. Somehow he was her favorite person and he didn't know why. Despite never seeing him for months at a time and never seeing his face, she always gave that bright smile whenever he showed up. It unnerved him sometimes.

As he neared the settlement's north gate, he came across two guards. They didn't even need to stop him to know who he was, all they did was just wave at him while he nodded in silence before entering the settlement. This was one of the more peaceful settlements in the area, mainly because he constantly did bounties to keep him busy and to give them breathing room. This allowed them to thrive and start to expand a bit in recent years, nothing much, just enough to accommodate for the growing numbers. Like always, his first stop was the gunsmith to craft some ammo with the old man, the next stop was the store to purchase supplies, the one after that was to check on Myne and her family, and the last one was the guild.