Various non-human species (elves, orcs, trolls, anthromorphs, etc.) lived in the western grasslands. There was a long, complicated history of these races waging war against each other.

Several tribes were on such bad terms that they’d draw their swords first and ask questions later. And many of their relations were complicatedly intertwined. For this reason, the west was said to be a place of constant strife and battle.

However, there was a tacit understanding amongst the tribes that in the neutral zone, Kasten, fists couldn’t be used to solve one’s issues. They couldn’t shun or threaten a human within Kasten either. Within Kasten, there were very few instances of humans being attacked.

Of course, that didn’t mean that the non-human species welcomed humans either. 

But Kang Oh’s arrival in Kasten, wearing his classic, refined tiger-striped armor and jet-black greatsword on his back, was different.

“It’s the Hero of Kasten!”

“The Hero of Kasten!”

“Waa!”

Upon entry, he received quite a warm welcome.

“Heh.” Kang Oh grinned, and waved his hand like a campaigning politician. 

‘Yeah, it’s me!’

Kang Oh was still as popular as ever.

“It’s been a while, Hero of Kasten!”

“How have you been? You want a drink?”

“We’re fighting those black puppies again. Would you like to fight alongside us White Cats?”

Various non-humans began swarming him.

“Aah, please get out of my way. I have some business with the Mercenary As…

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