Leaving the Graveyard

Seeing as he was about to reach the middle of the graveyard where a large hill was, Mors quickly stumbled over to reach the top of the hill. When he arrived at the top, he tried to follow the path of parted grass and eventually came the invisible object.

It was like a conscious blade of wind moving that slightly moved the grass out of the way as it practically did circles in the grass as it raced around the graveyard. It looked like it was playing around with the flowers and anything the wind blade could.

But eventually, it seemed that the graveyard had bored the little wind blade as it turned towards the cemetery, going full speed. But as it got infinitely closer to the gates of freedom, the little wind blade started to lose its invisibility, revealing an almost rose-pink blob flying towards the entrance.

Getting closer and closer, the little pink blob seemed to slow down more and more until it came to a complete standstill. Then Mors heard an annoyed "ughhhhh" before the little pink blob shoot back towards Mors at incredible speeds.

As soon as it reached Mors, it dived right into his body as if it was their home. Shock rang through Mors's body as he didn't expect his body to be treated as a home by the ghost, hoping in and out. Still shocked, he asked out loud, "What… just… happened?"

As he finished speaking, a chill came from the center of his body as a red blob appeared in front of him again. Thinking that it was the excitable ghost that had just entered him, he prepared himself for a new spirit to appear in front of him. But what he got instead was the ghost inflating into Genn again.

But seeing Genn there, Mors was happy that Genn had calmed down. Looking at the hero, he started to see more details around Genn's body. Realizing that he was in so much awe of his new hero friend that he never looked at the glorious armor that the hero had. Covered in sparkling bronze-colored armor, with significant claw marks running all around the smooth surface.

Taking a closer look, you could see more minor scratches, probably from an epic adventure that the Genn had perhaps been on. A stony-colored greatsword hung by his back that had a sharp metallic edge, covered in even more scratch marks.

But as he stared intensely, Mors noticed Genn's body shift weirdly and looked up to find him with a strange expression on his face. After a minute, Mors realized that he was making Genn uncomfortable by looking at him for so long and quickly stammering out, "Oh, I am so sorry for making you uncomfortable; it's just… I always wanted to take a better look at a hero again. Still not used to having a legendary hero with me now."

Looking intensely at the hero in front of him, Mors continues, "When you first came out, I was still in shock and just couldn't process what was happening. So I wanted to take a look at your great armor and sword. I never really got the chance to see a hero with all their armor… or intact armor…."

Quickly Mors's stammering became quieter and quieter before Genn sighed. The old man kinda reminded Genn of a kid seeing the adventures going out on a mission with all their sparkling armor. Kinda like he was when he was a kid staring at the shining golden armor of the guild adventures.

Looking at Mors, Genn decided to say, "It's alright… also the armor is just the basic armor that the Association gives to everyone, so us adventures don't die in the first few minutes… Also, stop looking at my stupid, dull sword…. It didn't fully protect me in the end…."

Walking toward the gate, Genn spoke, "It seems we need to get you caught up with matters of the world, old man. It seems living inside of this graveyard for so long has made you retract from the world. Come on, we go see if my sister is ok…."

Guiding Mors to the exit, Genn started to explain a few things to Mors. First and foremost, He was a low-level adventurer, not some great legendary hero… as much as he wished he was.

Secondly, he explained why he got mad seeing Mors's accommodations. The bodies of adventurers are hazardous to living beings as a result of the strengthening potions alchemists cook up. The Association assured that those taking care of the dead would be adequately compensated for their work. But Mors's accommodations looked nothing like what the Association promised.

Arriving at the gate to the outside work, Genn paused to look at the falling leaves of the Itia tree as they swayed in the breeze. Golden leaves fell in a beautiful action as scenes of passed battles flashed inside of Genn's eyes. All the friends he lost, all the things he watched, came back looking at the falling leaves. Sighing at these troubling memories, Genn decided to try his best to protect the poor innocent man behind him.

Stepping outside of the ancient graveyard gates, Mors felt excited to finally be helping someone. He always wanted to be a hero, but the Association rejected all his attempts to register as a hero. Apparently, he had something wrong with his body when he was young, and he would only get himself killed. But since he was so enthusiastic, they let him work as the gravedigger since he would at least be able to help them out somehow.

Taking his first steps toward helping these ghosts, he finally left the graveyard as he stepped on the gravel path before him. Hearing the gravel crush beneath his feet, Mors decided to announce to the world, "TIME FOR MY ADVENTURE!" before swiftly jogging along the gravel path.

Lightly laughing at the old man's antics, Genn followed after the excited old man. As he was following, Genn decided to continue educating Mors about the world. Breathing in unnecessarily, Genn explained, "When you are an adventure for the Adventures Association, you are grouped into parties, and the party then picks a task that the Association allows them to pick."

Taking an unnecessary breath, Genn continued his lecture, "Usually, the Association gives them around 10 tasks to choose from, ranging from simple monster hunting to bandit hunting. Parties are usually five people in seemingly random configurations. I heard there is a party out there just made of vanguard… The adventures guild was probably smoking something putting that party together hehehehe".

Looking back at Mors, Genn found the old man spacing out slightly from his long, seemingly dull explanation. Seeing that, Genn decided to ask an important question, "Do you want me to explain this now when it's not applicable, or do you want me to share stories about the stuff I have done?"

Scratching his chin, attempting to figure out if he wanted to hear some fantastic stories or hear some textbook definition. Taking a few moments and a few more chin scratches and Mors openly declared, "A good heroes story would help me understand more than just some definitions… Even though your definitions are pretty good, my old brain is more attuned to stories at this point."

Sighing, Genn realized that Mors was more interested in heroes than the real world out there. Seeing that, he knew his job was going to be a lot more complicated. So walking off the trail slightly, Genn moved toward some broken gray rocks. Mors, curious, decided to look over at whatever Genn was doing.

Mors felt slightly wrong for spacing out in Genn's long speech he did, but it just seemed like something he wasn't going to use. Like how could an old man like him be a hero? He had already passed the time being a hero, and all he wanted to do was help people out there. But since it seemed to affect Genn, Mors decided to really listen to whatever Genn desired to say.

Searching for a few minutes in all the stones, which was really like Genn pushing rocks out of the way with some sort of wind thing, eventually, a long swordlike stone appeared in front of Mors.

Raising his head, Genn looked toward Mors with a pale face as he said, "Pick up the stone. I can't reenact the scenes since I am dead, but I can help you with the motions. So just—". But as he was about to finish his statement, someone new appeared.

In shimmering silver armor, a man appeared out of the woods and moved quickly towards the gravel path. You could see the panic in his scared eyes through the helmet visor on his head. Dents and gashes could be seen on said armor, with thick viscous blood pouring down the sides of it. He looked frightened and hurt as he began to madly dash towards the town, leaving Mors behind.