Into The Forbidden Grounds
"Sorry for being late."
The group couldn't tell much about the latecomer as he covered his face, but just taking a look at him gave them a strong impression of 'different'.
Not only did he have a large backpack on his back, but there was also no sign of a sword on his body. While his tall figure already made him stand, the golden hair smoothly flowing down to his shoulder added to that emphasis.
Even other members of the association that participated anonymously in the trial no longer had their masks on. Yet, he oddly chose to keep his mask on an occasion like this, defeating the purpose of a mask in such a small group.
"Is something wrong?"
Seeing that everyone was staring at him, Leo took the chance to inspect his fellow survivors. He knew that he looked conspicuous, but it was out of his hand. Things would only get more chaotic if he came unmasked.