That same blaring sound washed over my mind. The more I tried to focus on it, the more it faded. Everything that has transpired up until now is becoming a blur. It's almost unreal to think about where I used to be and where I am now.
In this new realm, it felt akin to navigating a lucid dream. I had been transported to an entirely different world, and my senses were overwhelmed by the foreign environment. Desperate to absorb my surroundings, I took a moment to explore. The sky had an odd shade of green, reminiscent of Namek, though the trees here didn't mirror the vibrant blue of that odd place. It was clear; I wasn't on Namek.
I could've looked around for ages but there wasn't anything normal. It was all beyond my wildest imagination. Draconic beasts with disproportionate bodies, large gnarly arms with even larger wings to match while their bodies are presumably small. "Small People" with extremely elongated legs as if they were walking on stilts, though their torso and arms remained to be short in comparison.
"It's like seeing midgets on stilts…"
Despite the surreal landscape, I strolled through a flourishing area filled with vibrant colors and shops reminiscent of springtime in Japan. Cherry blossom-like petals, shaped more like maple leaves, floated through the air, creating a scene that both fascinated and puzzled me.
However, amidst the fantastic abnormalities of this world, my attire marked me as an outsider. Clad in an oversized hoodie with a graphic and yoga pants, I stood out among the locals who wore medieval attire reminiscent of late 1600s-1700s French fashion. My biological appearance, shaped by my half-German,and half-Japanese heritage, didn't draw attention in this unique realm.
Race wise everyone seemed fairly diverse as far as facial features and skin tone went.
I had stern eyes which came more from my mom. Short Ash blonde hair from my father and his bright blue eyes. Overall my hair was fairly light with predominately dark roots. I had a fairly nice jawline and subtle yet pronounced features that I would consider to make me attractive. If anything if I was forced to marry myself, I would.
I feel like that's kind of what set me apart as a shut-in.
What was important was this one crucial thing: I could understand the language being spoken here, even the signs in shops I could read. From what I remember it took me a good couple of years to learn just one language, to know what this world's language was in mere seconds was astonishing.
Because of this sudden discovery, I peered into shops and listened to people bargaining and shouting unfamiliar terms. I could understand what they said despite that fact. The unfamiliar terms and statements followed the general grammatical range consisting of nouns and adjectives so everything was falling into place rather nicely. The order followed english grammar more than japanese.
Even their currency seemed easy enough to interpret as it followed your generic gold, silver, bronze, and copper piece value range.
"I'll trade you this Veridian scale mail if you'll give me the finest enchantment on my Sword."
The adventurer inside the shop exclaimed calmly. He seemed to have been slightly experienced as he had that weird middle-aged man stubble on his chin.
"Oh my, Veridian scale-mail you say.. these have been short in circulation recently, barely anyone can get their hands on some even if you stayed in the peir'a tundra for a couple of days and nights. So.. I'll take you up on your offer —.." The older shop owner had a bit of a surprised yet skeptical look on his face before meeting the adventurer with a face of confirmation.
It signaled the adventurer that the bargain was a success. They both chuckled before the adventurer stepped back to let the shopkeeper do their work.
Using one hand the shopkeeper placed it on the gear and using the other he'd twirl it in the air as if he was playing the piano. A blue mist cascaded from his fingers as he moved them. With each time one of his fingers came down, it was as if a ripple in water appeared in the air. A harmonic melody accompanied the ripple bringing me slight ease.
Right at the end the last finger was dramatic and seemingly exaggerated where once it made contact, a ripple would've spread out across the sword and gear while his hand was hovering over it. It was akin to the end of a melody, it brought about a great finish to the scene which unfolded.
Suddenly, a bright light cast down on the gear where a strange inscription was cast over it.
I was truly in awe as the sword was encrusted in a gold outline or so, only following that gold encrusting would've been a light blue membrane cast over it. I've never seen anything like it. The only thing I could've compared it to would be enchantments in this one game I played.
While I had my gaze fixed to get a closer look at what was going on I'd get caught off guard. My prior focus was completely shattered as some random disturbance had occurred in the streets. A strange man had been yelling so I went to go check that out instead since it might be important.
"LET IT BE KNOWN TO ALL THAT ALL WHO DISOBEY HIS MAJESTY WILL BE PROMPTLY PUNISHED.. THE HANSMEN ARE ALWAYS WATCHING." Screamed the jester-looking dude, but he had more of a prim outfit on than you'd only see in overly exaggerated medieval TV shows.
Everyone would've started murmuring with the mention of the "Hansmen" for some reason I got the impression the Hansmen were some kind of secret organization or taboo word that everyone else knew about except for me.
I walked around to see what I could learn about the Hansmen and prompted some random guy on the street.
"Hey uh.. I've just arrived here from Eastward. who are the Hansmen..?" I whispered this to the guy who had their arms crossed with a disappointed look on their face. I used the word eastward only assuming they had the same methodology when it came to directions, north, south, east, and west.
"Youngun' you aren't from around here if you genuinely don't know of the Hansmen Elite." Exclaimed the disappointed dude.
"Ah, well do you mind explaining who they are.. Are they like an organization I should know about.." I said carefully as I was trying to be careful with my word choice given I didn't know if my vocabulary or vernacular was something they'd be familiar with
"They're more like people who police the nation while acting as a military branch, they operate in the shadows and punish those who go against the province and moral conduct codes our capital has in place. They wield powers in a league of their own as one of them is equal to an army needed to win a war." The man would've shivered from that same statement as seemingly, the very idea of the Hansmen interacting or joining a dispute would've meant an absolute genocide between all parties involved. Or so I assumed.
"Ah.. has there been anybody who's met them publically?.. would it be possible for someone to just find them randomly," I asked this as I kinda wanted to learn more about them personally and up close, along with the fact I could've used this to figure out what kind of abilities I was able to use upon arriving in this world.
Actually, in the time I've been here, I haven't taken the time to figure out what kind of abilities I have or how I activate them.
"Hmph! Join the Hansmen? You'd need to make your standing as a high-ranking adventurer, an almost spotless record with little to no faults in your questlogs.. The minimum being an SS rank adventure, and automatically being eligible once you've become SSR.." The man said these different words and I realized they rank adventurers like items in a gacha game..—
"I see.. well I've gotta become an adventurer then, where do I sign up?" I brazenly asked
"Ah, well you can do it over at the guild, just walk down the road, take a right, go down the stairs near the sparring area, and right next to it will be the Yventia Adventurers guild."
"alrighty then, thanks..—"
Somehow I got lost.