The Honored One's Life in Another World [Re:Zero]

A calm breeze whisked its way through the medieval city, the sounds of those that live in this foreign land chattering and laughing away akin to a musical symphony in the air. It was peaceful– it was calm and almost serene despite the noise, and on one of the many cobble-slabbed streets opposite to where the dragon-hitched wagon's parole stands a young man of peculiar attire. He stood tall, firm– almost like a statue, his white, otherworldly hair blowing in the wind and resulting in a few odd glances being sent his way. “Eh…?” He blinked– Once, twice– thrice– Before finally daring to move as he angled his dark-tinted sunglasses downward to allow his eyes, a rich, sky blue with flecks of various brighter and darker tints of color painted into them to have a look around at these unfamiliar lands. “Weell– This certainly wasn’t on one of my bingo cards...”