Xavier, the C-ranked Adventurer
On a lonely evening road, a young man sitting on a bandwagon could be seen, riding along and admiring the sunset. He looked to be close to his teenage years, but not quite there yet. From his attire, it was obvious that he was an adventurer, and from the dirt that had gathered over that fit, it was also obvious that he was returning from a quest.
"So, are you an adventurer, boy? At your age?"
The cart driver, who was just an old farmer selling his produce, asked the boy out of curiosity. The boy, with his profound red eyes, looked at the farmer and replied,
"Yeah, and a C-ranked one at that too. You're quite lucky, old man, you found me."
"Hohoho, that I am. Honestly, I've heard the roads are being terrorized by bandits these days. I'm no longer a fit young man who can scare those scoundrels away, so it's nice that you came across me."