Akashiro-sensei

With the guards and the Bazaar now far behind them, the thief and his monkey familiar soon found themselves near the southern end of the River District. Notoriously nicknamed ‘the Borderlands’, the area once served as a checkpoint for a variety of travelers arriving to the capital and connected the River District with the Outer District via a large stone bridge located above the South Canal. As the main way in or out of the capital, the residents of both sides of the Borderlands flourished on trade and tourism with swarms of merchants and adventurers acting as city guides offering their merchandise or services to travelers enterin

“Come all, come all! Freshly-caught fish for sale!” “Fresh fruit & vegetables for sale! Apples and cabbages at half-price today!” “Hey, you! Come back here, you little thief!” Voices – soft and rough, male and female – emanating from all directions and entwining with each other to create an unintelligible noise, overpowering the sound of numerous footsteps, slow-moving wagons and frightened animals at the mercy of their captors. Long caravans guarded by heavily armored men as they make their way through thick crowds and shady characters watching them from a distance. Children jumping in and o

Yuuta could hear the calming sound of chirping birds and the murmurs of several people close by. He felt a strange, warm and soft sensation on both his left shoulder and his left thigh. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but it felt comfortable. For a moment there, he forgot about what happened in his dream and gave in to the comfort of his bed. “Mother…”, a soft, feminine voice exhaled as it spoke. Eh? Mother? Yuuta slowly opened his eyes and looked to his left. He was stunned. His eyes widened in surprise and his mind went blank for a minute before he realized what he was looking at. Lying next to him was a beautiful youn

 The world of Behrunon. Not much is known about the history of this world. Many ancient texts and books were destroyed by the numerous wars that harassed the lands. From what little is known about the world comes from the Legend of Creation, which was passed down through generations. The legend says the four gods - Ahras, Khiras, Fahrun and Durnam - created the world and the four races, hoping they would learn to coexist together. There was peace for a good several hundred years, but it eventually fell apart. The selfish desires of each of the races emerged from the depths of their corrupted souls as they created distrust and hatred between