What happened after that, Karsa couldn't recall. But he found himself nearly eviscerated in blood-soaked sand in the middle of the night, unsure if he even still lived. Pulling himself along the sand back into the ruin, he bandaged himself and floated in and out of consciousness for at least a day. With the bleeding stemmed and his rations running perilously low, Karsa risked escape under the cover of darkness. Seeking civilization of any sort, he remained vigilant against all possible assailants, and stayed out of sight of all passerby until he sighted a city.

Having continued west, he arrived at the Hub—where he sold his looted treasures. With a belly full of rice, he reflected upon the past week and decided he needed to improve himself. An unskilled weakling had no place calling himself a kenshi, and deserved defeat to nameless enemies. Seeking allies to train with, he purchased entry into the ranks of the Shinobi Thieves. The coalition of individuals was perfect for him—guidance and advice without duties or strict rules. He purchased a katana from them, convinced by their praises of such thin blades' usefulness. Now, he's devoted to training with their resources, dedicated to avoiding further humiliation and proving himself worthy of the title kenshi.


Gotta remember to take more screenshots.