Bystander
Lorenz's purple hair was a wonder to everyone around Feuersturm. When he washed ashore to the coast, he faced things he never thought he would encounter back in his home country. Here in Feuersturm, the moment he washed to the coast of the capital—to the Feuer Port—his life had never been the same anymore.
"You see, I'm just out for fishing that day. I didn't even plan to go anywhere that time—just fishing cause I'm hella hungry. Ah? No, I'm not providing for anyone~ I'm living with myself by that time, you see. I'm just your local boy fisherman. But then my boat got washed by the sea monsters too far west—now here I am, beating you up."
Lorenz was sitting in the man's large, muscled shoulder whilst his boot was stepping in his face. He had just finished beating this large man who had provoked him. Lorenz believed his name was… "What was your name again?"
"Nobal, you rat…"