Chapter 26: Gate 3 - School of Muramasa
[ Gate 3 : School of Muramasa
SCENARIO: According to legend, Muramasa and his school of swordsmiths work in this secluded forest near the Uji River in Japan. Find him and complete whatever task his students ask of you. ]
'Osaka Prefecture in Honshu, Japan. The source of Uji River is Lake Biwa in Shiga Prefecture to the north.'
The rushing river, the spawning of players, his ears perked up from the sounds. Dasha kept calm as he watched his fellow players appear. Their looks of confusion, their cursory scans of their surroundings, and their next course of action. He could read them like a children's book. In total, there were six of them. Six disappointments. Following the appearance of a semi-decent male player in chainmail armour, he decided to move. If there was no promise, there was no point in colluding with them.
"Woah, pretty boy, where do you think you're going?"
The call out was addressed to Dasha. He ignored it and kept heading to the forest.
"Hold it!" A hand grabbed his shoulder. He was tempted to toss the man responsible over said shoulder. "There's no need to leave, man. We should go as a group. No point in just going by yourselves. We should chill for now."
Thick black hair in a short quiff, a cocky smile, a set of chainmail armour over a green tunic and trousers, Dasha wasn't impressed when he looked him over. His name was Alex and he was level ten, the highest amongst the seven guys and girls here. Instinctively, due to his level, he would be heading the party. Everyone else was quiet. Nervous. Dasha wondered how they even made it past the slimes.
"Okay."
Alex was taken aback by his response. "Really? Nice. Say, man, what's your level? I can't see it."
To lie or not to lie, that was the question. "Level 15," Dasha settled for. High enough to warrant the respect he desired.