For three years, her life had been a cacophony: the screech of goblins, the roar of dragons, the hum of barrier magic, and the incessant ding-ding-ding of victory chimes that seemed to resonate in the very air of the world. But now, standing in the center of the Grand Plaza, the background music had stopped.
Hero-chan looked down. A little girl, no older than six, was tugging at her cape. It was a tattered cape, stained with the ash of a dark lord, but the little girl seemed fascinated by the shimmer. yuusha-chan no bouken wa owatteshimatta! 1
Hero-chan stood up. She unstrapped the Blade of Eternal Dawn from her back and looked at it one last time. It was a tool of destruction. It wasn't meant for chopping wood. For three years, her life had been a
"That's sad," the girl said. "My mom says idle hands make for bad harvests." A little girl, no older than six, was tugging at her cape
With a sigh, she tossed it into the fountain. It sank to the bottom, settling among copper coins.