Stanley slept the entire night on the way to United Voras. It was a long distance that took more than 14 hours to even get there, so there wasn’t much he could do.
He woke up soti after the sun ca out and looked at the outside world. The clear view of the sky, the countless trees, and the fresh air was sothing that was hard to get inside the AAA headquarters.
He cracked open a window and let the breeze fill him with happiness. There wasn’t much ti for him to be this carefree after this, so he could only do so now.
The blissful ignorance of that morning didn’t last long. The bus entered United Voras as an automated voice welcod them all to the country.
Stanley looked at his watch and saw the ti. 7:23 PM.
He then opened it up and opened the application for a map to see where exactly he had arrived.
"Trindeath city," he thought. "I will have to take another short trip to Gagarnox city, won’t I?"
It was going to be another short trip from Trindeath City.
"I wish I could use the train," he thought. But that ant having yourself scanned and checked, which he was told to do as little as possible. Since train tickets weren’t cheap, he couldn’t be found buying tickets for trains or so flying transportation.
He didn’t have much money because he had to make his frugal lifestyle authentic, so buying a ticket would not help him with that at all.
Stanley sighed and looked outside at the sa city he had arrived in. The roads were wide with plenty of vehicles on the ground, while many also flew in the sky.
There were tall houses in the distance, but not as tall as many back in Starhall. There weren’t that many skyscrapers either.
He got off at the bus station a few minutes later and stretched a bit, holding the guitar case with him. He looked around and wondered if he should roam the city.
"Let’s just get a ticket," he thought and placed the guitar case on the ground before opening his watch. He quickly searched through the internet to find the site that belonged to this bus station and searched for a ticket.
He tapped around the watch to find the correct ti and location. As he was doing that, he heard sothing loud.
He turned around and saw two people on a bike riding toward him at a great speed.
Stanley moved a little to give them way, but in doing so he let them get exactly what they wanted. His guitar case.
The n drove in on the bike and snatched the guitar case that he was keeping his sword in.
Stanley didn’t even have an inkling that this was going to happen at all. However, when it did happen, he moved to grab it.
His hands reached quickly for the guitar case, but before he could take it, he heard the horrifying sound of sothing ripping apart.
His guitar case fell to the side, and attached to it was the chanical arm of the man that tried to steal it.
Their bike flipped over on the other side, crashing into one of the parked bus.
Stanley could do nothing but stand there and watch everything in confusion. "What... just happened?" he thought.
Everything happened so fast that most people didn’t even realize that the accident had started at Stanley’s location and not at the bus where the n had crashed.
He grabbed his guitar and let the chanical arm fall over. He looked at the arm with a curious look.
He had seen chanical arms before, but they had all belonged to people with resources. Soone like this who would steal a broken-down guitar case from him surely didn’t have the money to make a good arm.
’I wonder how he lost his arm,’ Stanley wondered. ’I wonder if he was born in the slum, just like .’
Stanley shook his head for a second before pausing. ’Born in the slum like ? What the hell am I thinking? I’m not John.’
He was a little surprised that he was even thinking this way at all. ’Did the mory input really change my thought process?’ he wondered.
He looked toward the two n that were hurt and wondered if he should help them. But then again, they were trying to steal from him.
’Screw them,’ he thought. ’I’ have my mission to follow.’
He quickly opened the ticket app and found a seat on a bus that was ready to leave. He quickly got onto it and left.
The two n that had gotten into an accident were slowly pulled up by the various people that gathered around them.
"Move away!" one of the two n said, sending the crowd aside.
"My arm," the other one said. "Dammit!"
"Where is he?" the man asked.
The other man looked around and couldn’t see him at all. He blinked three tis and suddenly his vision changed to sothing that glowed in many different colors.
Each color was sohow different from the normal colors and unique that only the young man could see.
He peered around for a bit before he saw the color he wanted. He saw it.
"He left on the bus," he said.
"Dammit!" he shouted. "We’ll have to bring the others into this. Are you certain that you saw correctly?"
"Absolutely," the young man said. "I promise you I did not see it wrong."
"Fine, if we’re wrong, it’s your head," the man said and pulled out a phone to quickly call soone.
"Boss, we found sothing you might like," the man said on the phone. "There’s a young man carrying a guitar and inside of it is sothing that is made up of adamantine and there’s a lot of it."
He listened for a second. "Yes, it’s Hugo who saw it."
"Yes," he said. "I’ll find you the bus number and route right away. Please wait a few minutes."
He ended the call and looked at the young man next to him. "We have work to do."
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