An Operator Lost in Another World [ONGOING]

Chapter 8: Chains Unbound

Grabbing the MK23 and sliding it into his drop-leg holster, Mason completed the last of his gear check for the morning.

There was nothing better than traveling light and keeping a low profile. Since yesterday, he'd realized that walking around town in just his undershirt and camo pants—without the bulk of his full kit—drew less attention. Still, considering the unpredictable nature of this world, he needed to stay prepared. Many people in Latina town openly carried weapons or possessed magic, so it only made sense to bring a sidearm, a combat knife, and an extra magazine—just in case.

"What are you doing so early today, Mason?"

He turned to see Masami sitting up on the bed, a soft smile on her face. Freed from the weight of her guilt, she looked more refreshed and radiant than ever. It seemed she had started to accept her past instead of running from it.

"Well, I thought today would be a good day for a shopping trip—mainly for you." Mason glanced at her current attire, which was still just sleepwear. The T-shirt he had given her earlier was bloodstained and being cleaned, and the sleepwear... well, he'd needed Luca's help just to buy it and get her properly dressed.

Masami glanced down at herself and flushed red, only now realizing how little she had in terms of proper clothing.

Not that he could blame her. If anything, it was his fault for not slowing down and spending more time taking care of the small things for her.

Today would be different.

Later, the two strolled through the bustling streets of Latina side by side.

"So, where are we going?" Masami asked excitedly as they moved through the crowded road.

It had taken longer than expected to get her ready. With nothing suitable to wear outside, Mason had lent her his jacket to cover the nightgown until they could find her something proper.

"The shopping district," he replied. "We're getting you some real clothes. Any preference?"

"Not really... I just wore whatever people gave me."

Mason frowned slightly at her quiet honesty. Of course. She'd lived most of her life in chains, shunned and cursed. No one had ever bothered to let her choose anything, much less something as personal as clothing. If she was handed rags, she wore them. If given nothing, she said nothing. But that was the old Masami.

"Alright. We'll take our time—no rush."

When they arrived at the said district, Mason immediately realized his mistake. He had no idea what store to pick.

The shopping district was crowded and full of options. After several minutes of wandering, window-shopping, and squeezing through crowds, he gave up trying to be picky and stopped in front of a modest-looking storefront called Golden Tunic.

He snorted at the name. Flashy, but the shop itself was humble and quiet.

Inside, it resembled a classic medieval boutique, with a mix of rugged travel gear and intricate dresses. Unlike modern stores, there weren't too many items on display, but what was there looked decently crafted.

"Well, hello, dear customer!" a middle-aged shopkeeper beamed as she approached. Her eyes immediately landed on Masami. "Oh my! You've visited us before, haven't you? Welcome back."

Mason blinked. "This is our first time here."

"Really?" She tilted her head and then nodded toward Masami. "That sleepwear she's wearing is from my shop. I only sell that style—custom work. Sold it to an elf yesterday."