When Darien appeared on the charred field where the flying bus had dropped them, he saw many other warriors scattered across the plains.
A few adventurers and guild captains were already present, actively recruiting from the returning novices who had survived their trials.
No one seemed to notice him when he appeared, his eyes scanning the prolific sight.
The boy searched for anyone he knew, but he was also cautious about his new identity as Jakob.
As an Intermediate-level Spearman, Darien doubted any guild would have much interest in recruiting him.
If he were still himself, he was certain every one of them would be groveling to have him in their squad.
"Jakob!"
Before Darien could steady himself, a young lady suddenly pounced on him, her eyes so teary they smudged his face as she wrapped her arms around him.
Immediately, Darien recognized Mirielle's scent, so he resisted the reflex to shove her away.
