Surviving the Game as a Barbarian

There was no specific destination for this outing.

I just wandered around, following my feet.

'Oh, that skewer shop was there twenty years ago too.'

Although I didn't particularly enjoy walking, this time it was quite fun.

It was like playing a game of spot the difference.

Whenever I saw shops that were still open twenty years later, I felt a strange sense of familiarity, even though I had only been there a few times.

As I was wandering around aimlessly,

"...Huh?"

When did I get here?

Habits are truly scary.

I blankly looked up at the beautiful building in front of me.