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Another sale, another boring day that had passed. The customer left without another word, taking the generous amount of gunpowder with him, and once again, the young man was left all alone in shop. Not that it had brought much concern him. With nobody left to serve for the day, he simply took a seat next to the window, where a lovely selection of bayonets lined the wall. He picked out his favorite, the newest make he had just received with a more slender build, a stronger point, and a promise to have better aim than earlier makes. It was obvious it didn't come cheaply, but alas, he would never bear to sell it. Things were getting scary in Ulrien, break ins were more frequent, and despite owning and using many guns in the past, Ansel knew what he needed as of now was something as reliable as he could get. As much as he wanted to claim guns were someday going to overturn swords and battle axes, his weapon of choice was never known for their aim and efficiency.

Through glistening specks he watched the cold lonely square, as a hand dug into his pocket for a rag to clean his pride and joy with. Another sale, another boring day. Looked like Mizer was keeping the stall open late again, and it brought an old familiar smile to his face. However, something was different about today. Who was that buying from the old man? Ansel's rag stilled. The customer was fancily dressed, too much so to be from a small village town like this. A noble? Out here? Curiously, he watched. He seemed innocent enough. The man paid and left the stall... but he wasn't prepared for what he was going to see next.

"YOU LITTLE PUNK!" BAM!

Ansel shot up, weapon prepared, but his feet remained planted in the shop. Steady. He didn't need to get involved if they kept it amongst themselves. The noble leapt around the brute like a dancer, no concern for his physical safety more than being as stylish, but the battle was far from graceful. The giant hurled around. Ansel's nerves grated as a crate shattered to a missed blow. CRASH!

"Tell me? You work out how many times a day? Nice to see where it's gotten you."

"YOU @#$$##@##$%!"

Next came the fountain, the next target of their crossfire. Out of all the dodging, the man in white finally slipped, and the giant took it has his chance, managing to punch him right into the stone. CRACK! Water sprayed everywhere, and the gun-wielder could only bite his lower lips. But no, the noble was not done yet. Still standing strong like the blow never happened, he returned the blow with what seemed to be a punch that could have only been enhanced by magic. CRASH! Out went a window next.
Everywhere they went, splinters and glass shed, but neither of them were tired. People were starting to come out, hearing the ruckus. Children as little as two were toddling out into the battlefield, scared but curious enough to see what was going. Soon enough, Ansel had enough. This had to stop! The door slammed open and out he shot, ready to put an end to this once and for all.

His chest rose high and eyes narrowed as he marched right up to the brawlers, who were now rolling amongst the cobblestone. He stood over them, the inconsiderate swine, and with gun swung around his shoulder, that's when he let out the most stern, most powerful, and shattering...

"Uh, excuse me."

Needless to say the fight continued. BAM! More blows were laid, and the fight had rose back onto it's feet. The two wrestled, spinning and stumbling around.

"Excuse me. You're destroying public property!"

The noble was thrown again, this time landing close to a certain shop. The muscled man charged at him.

"I must ask you to disperse!" Ansel said, raising his voice a little.

The brute threw himself onto the noble, and they were rolling once again.
"Hey! Listen to me! You are putting innocent civilians in danger!" Ansel yelled, running back to catch up with them.

They rolled and punched and kicked and finally... CRASH! Ansel's heart dropped. A huge gaping hole, was just made in the side of his gun shop. Oh no. Oh hell no. That did it. The gun was off and blonde-haired young man pointed at the sky.

KER-CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!

Like that, the square fell silent. People covered their mouths, others ran back inside with their children. Even the white Akita that had been so nobly cheering for it's master now had it's tail between it's legs. The prize for Ansel however, was right before him. Both brute and noble were left standing there, mid-pose, staring down the barrel of his bayonet. The gunman stood up straight and cleared his throat. "Now... that's more like it." He observed the hole that was made in his store and his stomach couldn't help but churn. Alas, he went back to the task at hand, gun still pointed at the brawlers. The brute had his arms raised, fear enveloping his face, yet the smaller one simply stood and stared over it with glazed over eyes. Not that mattered to Ansel. "Men, I must ask you to disperse immediately," he said through gritted teeth, "You have already caused enough damage."

The huge man clenched his fists, looking back between the noble and the gunman, hesitant. Still, he decided he would rather live for a few days, or at least not writhe on the ground in pain for hours with a bullet in his stomach. "Let's hope I don't catch you in any dark alleys, kid," he said to the redheaded boy, and made his getaway into the dark of night. This just left the noble who was, by far less than intimidated out of everything.

"Why thank you Mr. Gunman for being an upstanding civilian. Somebody should give you a medal," he scoffed, and with that turned to leave. Ansel narrowed his eyes on this young man, quite well understanding why the brute attacked him.

"Some nobles..." he muttered, but as he was about to put up his gun for the night, something began to bother him. "Hold up," he said, running in front of the redhead and dog.

"What? You expect me to start doing repairs now or something?"

Ansel held back his urge to shoot at his feet. As infuriating as this guy was, that face was so familiar. He had to know where he saw it before. Red hair, white dog. No, it couldn't be, could it? An eyebrow raised, and the gun lowered. "Please don't tell me you're who I think you are."

"Who am I?" the noble asked, with icicles in breath.

"SETO!?" a girl called out, running out from the streets, and with that the gun finally dropped completely, to the ground.

"Oh god, no..." Ansel moaned.

"What the hell happened here?" another voice soon picked up, one belonging to a small grey cat who trotted beside the girl. He slowed down, observing the destruction and twitching his whiskers. "Sheesh! It's like tornado came through here."

The noble stood unblinking as the girl and cat approached him. The young woman's eyes were masked by a thick curtain of bangs, but by the frown on her face, it was clear what she was thinking.

"Seto? What are you...?" she asked, her attention glancing away from him every so often to take in the wreckage, "We heard a gunshot and- What happened here?"

"Actually, that's what I want to know," Ansel said, picking his gun back up, his stern face back on, "Do care to share us, Mr. HERO of ULRIEN, why you're out picking fights with bystanders and destroying property when you should be looking for the prince? That is, if you have the guts to say you really are him."

"He was picking fights?" the girl asked, quite taken by surprise.

"Hah. Well, what do you know? Only two weeks in and he's snapped," the cat laughed. Seto simply lowered his head.

"Listen killjoy, I hate to burst your bubble of righteousness, but in case you need a new prescription for those glasses of yours, that guy started it by running into me," Seto said, steadfast. He smirked, "Sorry to disappoint."

"Oh? And you decided the smart, civil thing to do was call him a troll?" Ansel said, adjusting his specks. The redhead's smirk disappeared and his eyes narrowed. "Don't try to get away with him running into you either. Yes. I may be be wearing glasses, but I could tell you made a beeline right for him. That was no accidental bump." By this time, the hero in white was quiet, with not a single excuse to fall back on. "I can't... This is... I have to say from all the stories I heard of you, this would would have been an honor, but I can barely believe this happened. Look at all the damage you caused!" Ansel said, motioning to the broken fountain, shattered windows, splintered structures, and yes, even his own broken shop. "Who's going to fix all this! This is going to take weeks to repair Sir Samu, pounds of gold! Be lucky you didn't hurt somebody! You know, maybe I could expect this from somebody else, these are uneasy times, but our hero himself. The person, handpicked, to keep these things from happening. If you have any decency left, you'll at least pay these people for the destruction you caused to their premises."

There was silence for that moment. Everybody was staring at Seto now, with his cold eyes and the white clothes that seemed so unfitting on him. Nobody dared make a move are persist, until the girl opened her mouth.

"Seto... Why did you?"
"FINE! You want me to pay for the damage. Here you go!" Bag by bag, money was thrown on the ground. Seto threw down every bag he had on him, "As a matter of fact, here, I'll even give you something extra to go buy yourself something nice! It's not like I have use for all this crap when everybody feels it's their duty to give me everything I want for free because I'm going to solve all the problems in the world!"

The three stood still, gaping at the amount of gold that was thrown onto the street.

"Oh and ruin girli!" Seto continued, turning his attention the dark-haired girl and her cat, "Since you've been chasing me all over the place for it. Here you go!" Before she could argue, a etched circular stone disk was shoved into her arms.

"Hey, wait a minute! Is that...?" Luther began to ask, having not seen the artifact's complex designs since that fateful day a couple of years ago.

"Seto...." the girl choked, but the ex-tomb robber had already turned around.

"A hero has no time for stupid frivolous rocks," he muttered through a bitten cheek, and with that one last statement, he headed off only with a white akita by his side.

"Uh... YEAH! Yeeeeah. That's right, you better have given it back to us, or I would have kicked your butt!" the cat yelled after him, but it wasn't long after before his tail drooped and head quirked, "Man, what's his problem?"

"Excuse me." The girl and cat turned around, and saw Ansel with his face was as straight as he could make it. Still, there was no hiding that he was rather concerned. "Do you personally know this fellow?"

Tsubaki bit her lower lip and nodded.

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Another sale, another boring day that had passed. The customer left without another word, taking the generous amount of gunpowder with him, and once again, the young man was left all alone in shop. Not that it had brought much concern him. With nobody left to serve for the day, he simply took a seat next to the window, where a lovely selection of bayonets lined the wall. He picked out his favorite, the newest make he had just received with a more slender build, a stronger point, and a promise to have better aim than earlier makes. It was obvious it didn't come cheaply, but alas, he would never bear to sell it. Things were getting scary in Ulrien, break ins were more frequent, and despite owning and using many guns in the past, Ansel knew what he needed as of now was something as reliable as he could get. As much as he wanted to claim guns were someday going to overturn swords and battle axes, his weapon of choice was never known for their aim and efficiency.

Through glistening specks he watched the cold lonely square, as a hand dug into his pocket for a rag to clean his pride and joy with. Another sale, another boring day. Looked like Mizer was keeping the stall open late again, and it brought an old familiar smile to his face. However, something was different about today. Who was that buying from the old man? Ansel's rag stilled. The customer was fancily dressed, too much so to be from a small village town like this. A noble? Out here? Curiously, he watched. He seemed innocent enough. The man paid and left the stall... but he wasn't prepared for what he was going to see next.

"YOU LITTLE PUNK!" BAM!

Ansel shot up, weapon prepared, but his feet remained planted in the shop. Steady. He didn't need to get involved if they kept it amongst themselves. The noble leapt around the brute like a dancer, no concern for his physical safety more than being as stylish, but the battle was far from graceful. The giant hurled around. Ansel's nerves grated as a crate shattered to a missed blow. CRASH!

"Tell me? You work out how many times a day? Nice to see where it's gotten you."

"YOU @#$$##@##$%!"

Next came the fountain, the next target of their crossfire. Out of all the dodging, the man in white finally slipped, and the giant took it has his chance, managing to punch him right into the stone. CRACK! Water sprayed everywhere, and the gun-wielder could only bite his lower lips. But no, the noble was not done yet. Still standing strong like the blow never happened, he returned the blow with what seemed to be a punch that could have only been enhanced by magic. CRASH! Out went a window next.
Everywhere they went, splinters and glass shed, but neither of them were tired. People were starting to come out, hearing the ruckus. Children as little as two were toddling out into the battlefield, scared but curious enough to see what was going. Soon enough, Ansel had enough. This had to stop! The door slammed open and out he shot, ready to put an end to this once and for all.

His chest rose high and eyes narrowed as he marched right up to the brawlers, who were now rolling amongst the cobblestone. He stood over them, the inconsiderate swine, and with gun swung around his shoulder, that's when he let out the most stern, most powerful, and shattering...

"Uh, excuse me."

Needless to say the fight continued. BAM! More blows were laid, and the fight had rose back onto it's feet. The two wrestled, spinning and stumbling around.

"Excuse me. You're destroying public property!"

The noble was thrown again, this time landing close to a certain shop. The muscled man charged at him.

"I must ask you to disperse!" Ansel said, raising his voice a little.

The brute threw himself onto the noble, and they were rolling once again.
"Hey! Listen to me! You are putting innocent civilians in danger!" Ansel yelled, running back to catch up with them.

They rolled and punched and kicked and finally... CRASH! Ansel's heart dropped. A huge gaping hole, was just made in the side of his gun shop. Oh no. Oh hell no. That did it. The gun was off and blonde-haired young man pointed at the sky.

KER-CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!

Like that, the square fell silent. People covered their mouths, others ran back inside with their children. Even the white Akita that had been so nobly cheering for it's master now had it's tail between it's legs. The prize for Ansel however, was right before him. Both brute and noble were left standing there, mid-pose, staring down the barrel of his bayonet. The gunman stood up straight and cleared his throat. "Now... that's more like it." He observed the hole that was made in his store and his stomach couldn't help but churn. Alas, he went back to the task at hand, gun still pointed at the brawlers. The brute had his arms raised, fear enveloping his face, yet the smaller one simply stood and stared over it with glazed over eyes. Not that mattered to Ansel. "Men, I must ask you to disperse immediately," he said through gritted teeth, "You have already caused enough damage."

The huge man clenched his fists, looking back between the noble and the gunman, hesitant. Still, he decided he would rather live for a few days, or at least not writhe on the ground in pain for hours with a bullet in his stomach. "Let's hope I don't catch you in any dark alleys, kid," he said to the redheaded boy, and made his getaway into the dark of night. This just left the noble who was, by far less than intimidated out of everything.

"Why thank you Mr. Gunman for being an upstanding civilian. Somebody should give you a medal," he scoffed, and with that turned to leave. Ansel narrowed his eyes on this young man, quite well understanding why the brute attacked him.

"Some nobles..." he muttered, but as he was about to put up his gun for the night, something began to bother him. "Hold up," he said, running in front of the redhead and dog.

"What? You expect me to start doing repairs now or something?"

Ansel held back his urge to shoot at his feet. As infuriating as this guy was, that face was so familiar. He had to know where he saw it before. Red hair, white dog. No, it couldn't be, could it? An eyebrow raised, and the gun lowered. "Please don't tell me you're who I think you are."

"Who am I?" the noble asked, with icicles in breath.

"SETO!?" a girl called out, running out from the streets, and with that the gun finally dropped completely, to the ground.

"Oh god, no..." Ansel moaned.

"What the hell happened here?" another voice soon picked up, one belonging to a small grey cat who trotted beside the girl. He slowed down, observing the destruction and twitching his whiskers. "Sheesh! It's like tornado came through here."

The noble stood unblinking as the girl and cat approached him. The young woman's eyes were masked by a thick curtain of bangs, but by the frown on her face, it was clear what she was thinking.

"Seto? What are you...?" she asked, her attention glancing away from him every so often to take in the wreckage, "We heard a gunshot and- What happened here?"

"Actually, that's what I want to know," Ansel said, picking his gun back up, his stern face back on, "Do care to share us, Mr. HERO of ULRIEN, why you're out picking fights with bystanders and destroying property when you should be looking for the prince? That is, if you have the guts to say you really are him."

"He was picking fights?" the girl asked, quite taken by surprise.

"Hah. Well, what do you know? Only two weeks in and he's snapped," the cat laughed. Seto simply lowered his head.

"Listen killjoy, I hate to burst your bubble of righteousness, but in case you need a new prescription for those glasses of yours, that guy started it by running into me," Seto said, steadfast. He smirked, "Sorry to disappoint."

"Oh? And you decided the smart, civil thing to do was call him a troll?" Ansel said, adjusting his specks. The redhead's smirk disappeared and his eyes narrowed. "Don't try to get away with him running into you either. Yes. I may be be wearing glasses, but I could tell you made a beeline right for him. That was no accidental bump." By this time, the hero in white was quiet, with not a single excuse to fall back on. "I can't... This is... I have to say from all the stories I heard of you, this would would have been an honor, but I can barely believe this happened. Look at all the damage you caused!" Ansel said, motioning to the broken fountain, shattered windows, splintered structures, and yes, even his own broken shop. "Who's going to fix all this! This is going to take weeks to repair Sir Samu, pounds of gold! Be lucky you didn't hurt somebody! You know, maybe I could expect this from somebody else, these are uneasy times, but our hero himself. The person, handpicked, to keep these things from happening. If you have any decency left, you'll at least pay these people for the destruction you caused to their premises."

There was silence for that moment. Everybody was staring at Seto now, with his cold eyes and the white clothes that seemed so unfitting on him. Nobody dared make a move are persist, until the girl opened her mouth.

"Seto... Why did you?"
"FINE! You want me to pay for the damage. Here you go!" Bag by bag, money was thrown on the ground. Seto threw down every bag he had on him, "As a matter of fact, here, I'll even give you something extra to go buy yourself something nice! It's not like I have use for all this crap when everybody feels it's their duty to give me everything I want for free because I'm going to solve all the problems in the world!"

The three stood still, gaping at the amount of gold that was thrown onto the street.

"Oh and ruin girli!" Seto continued, turning his attention the dark-haired girl and her cat, "Since you've been chasing me all over the place for it. Here you go!" Before she could argue, a etched circular stone disk was shoved into her arms.

"Hey, wait a minute! Is that...?" Luther began to ask, having not seen the artifact's complex designs since that fateful day a couple of years ago.

"Seto...." the girl choked, but the ex-tomb robber had already turned around.

"A hero has no time for stupid frivolous rocks," he muttered through a bitten cheek, and with that one last statement, he headed off only with a white akita by his side.

"Uh... YEAH! Yeeeeah. That's right, you better have given it back to us, or I would have kicked your butt!" the cat yelled after him, but it wasn't long after before his tail drooped and head quirked, "Man, what's his problem?"

"Excuse me." The girl and cat turned around, and saw Ansel with his face was as straight as he could make it. Still, there was no hiding that he was rather concerned. "Do you personally know this fellow?"

Tsubaki bit her lower lip and nodded.