Mortal Dust (I)

"Are you sure you want to do this line of work?" asked Big Mouth, a fat and muscular man; that's the best way to describe his appearance. His arms were muscular and well-defined, his legs thicker than a tree, but his belly might mistake him for a pregnant woman. Of course, there was his oddly shaped big mouth.

"Yes, sir," replied a slightly thin young man dressed in coarse clothes. However, despite his social status, indicated by his clothes and seeking employment, he had an odd charm around him that caught people's attention. However, they could never pinpoint or describe what his appeal was.

"It takes guts to do this job. Can you handle it?"

"No problem, Sir."

"Hmm," grunted Big mouth. "You're a little too skinny."

"Don't look at my appearance. But I have divine strength." The young man looked around and easily picked up a large saber weighing a few hundred Jins with one hand.