A young man dressed in black robes walked silently on the streets of the bustling capital of the Northern Dynasty under the night sky.
His hands were clasped behind his back, where a long sword was strapped. A golden hat, matching the golden helm of his black roes, lay on his head, tilting downward.
That way, no one could see his face unless they bowed.
As he strolled down the street, passersby would glance at him. Some were appalled, a few whispered to those around them and those who were sensitive to his hidden aura froze.
"Hey, it's fresh! If you can't afford it, leave!" A man yelled at an elderly woman who haggled his fruits.
Although the elderly woman had no idea that these fruits, which looked so plump and attractive, were filled with star energy, she knew they were of high quality.
"Wait, I have—!"