(Hm. Not sure why I have that title, but okay.) The sun was high, pedals were falling, and Kyanto had just barely begun his day. He washed up, put on his enormous backpack -which was easy for him to carry with his strength- put his swords on his belt, and left the inn. He stopped quickly by a restaurant for breakfast, before leaving on his path. He was on a business trip, going to trade with the people in a city. The walk was quiet- mostly small grassy hills, with mountains off in the distance, where he lived. this was mostly his job- he would greet someone every once in a while, asking if they needed anything, and other times when he would rest, he'd set up a simple shop then. Foolishly, he had decided not to by a protecter, thinking he could defend himself if needed. It was then he had started to walk through a forest, enjoying the view as he could.