We were now walking down the streets of Koraen. After Hiruma for the second time declared her interest in this project, we decided to march down to the city hall in order to potentially gather some information on the mafia of this town. I took this as an opportunity to check out the culture of this city. At the sides of the street were street vendors trying to dispose of their products in order to earn some money, your average half-assed market. The products they were selling though were something else. A lot of them had fruits I had never seen before and materials never witnessed by other-worlders like us. The next thing I focused on was the people roaming around the town, since the heart of any nation lies in the people residing in it. The fashion sense of the people around us was bizarre. It seemed to be a crossing between stereotypical medieval "I don't have any money so I'm going to wear some rags" and high fashion. This made me reconsider life quickly, since it truly was weird seeing a teenage girl wearing potato skin as earrings and thin sewing thread that just pointed outward for some reason. I honestly couldn't tell if this was the poor version of London fashion week or just a casual outfit one put on before meeting up with your friends. Nonetheless, I was surprisingly pleased with the sight of all of these people walking around with weird clothes having a good time. I suppose that it didn't really matter if it looked weird, as long as they enjoyed the experience they had with those clothes. It didn't seem like other people were judging each other for their styles, so perhaps it was a friendly neighborhood we were walking through. After looking around the street for a moment, I turned my attention forward. The moment I do that, I notice a menacing man walking towards my direction. The man has a casual but confident walking pattern and has stern facial expression.
