Packing up the bare necessities, the male left his inn early in the morning. There were still a couple of hours before the sun came out, so he’d be able to see the morning sun at the top of the cliffs. A cool saline breeze brushed his face as he started ascending the trail marked by a wooden signal. The quiet of the city combined with the sounds of nature made for quite a relaxing climb. It had been a long time since the male had gone hiking by personal choice, mostly accustomed to forced marches and carrying heavy war equipment. The contrast of doing it with sporty clothes was something he was surprised to find himself enjoying. As he thought about such things, the days of being a mercenary seemed so far away. Kenzo was still a young man, but something inside made him feel like Fiore was his home.
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