Navigating with only a map could be challenging for someone with a poor sense of direction. Fortunately, Cassius met several other kind people who helped him apart from the enthusiastic young man he first approached.0

The process went smoothly with so many cooperative people abound. The passersby were all friendly; most of them were quite gentlemanly after mistaking Cassius for a woman. He had bulked up during his two months of training in Death Canyon. His features had become more chiseled, and looked more rugged. His body had nearly reached perfection after hitting his second puberty in the Black Cocoon. Unfortunately, it came with an unfortunate side effect. His face looked almost inhumanely exceptional. The two months of training had not done him any good in altering his appearance.0

Cassius followed the directions he had been given, checking his map as he went, stopping by a clothing store along the way. He had been wearing the same outfit for the past two months in Death Canyon. It was time for a change.0

He picked out a loose-fitting, all-black trench coat, a simple white undershirt, and a hunting hat similar to a flat cap. The hat suited him well, with the front brim easily shading his eyes and covering a portion of his face. The clothes fit him perfectly as well. The black coat had a thick silver chain at the collar, about the width of a thumb. It looked pretty...3