In an open area somewhere in Willowcreen Prefecture...
Bandits invade a manor while its occupants are fast asleep.
This clear moonlit night provides an ironic contrast to the chaos happening outside the manor.
Minutes later, an elderly man barges from the manor's front door, wielding a bardiche.
The man may look frail, but he surprisingly has enough strength to swing deadly steel on a stick and rout out the bandits.
“Out of my way, knaves! Don't you know how to mess with us?!”
As he blurts out those words, the bandits have no choice but to retreat.
“Good grief... How many times did they bug us so far? Eight? Nine? Ten? Oh, I lost count. Blame my brains... I didn't train them as hard as my muscles...”
He then returns to the manor, closing the door and locking it tight.
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