Asher could be seen walking through the streets of the Sand Village, and many gazed at him and pointed at him with excited expressions, for after all, to these villagers, an adventurer was a very big deal. To them, the strength of the adventurer did not matter in the slightest; what truly mattered was that the person bore the title of an adventurer and everything that title symbolized within their modest world.
Children ran up to him, asking questions with unrestrained happiness shining across their faces, their youthful curiosity unfiltered and boundless.
"Is it true that adventurers can tear a mountain apart with their fists?" one child asked as his eyes practically transformed into stars.
"I heard the strongest adventurer can destroy the world," another child added, as though he could already imagine a power capable of destroying the entire world with his small yet imaginative mind.
