When he was at least a meter away from the tent he just came out of, he sighed, then started to make comments in his head while letting his feet make the steps. He crossed his arms and shivered, what Masami saw was exceptionally frightening. However, it was no longer about the old woman, but Masami's fortune. He knew nothing about these types of things... did she say anything else about "The Tower" or was that everything? Tarot cards are new to him. In his hometown, the fortune teller would look at Masami's palm or analyze his facial structure, then Masami would be told things that were repeated by the other fortune tellers. Astrology was a thing Masami liked the most, because there were tales knotted in them.
He would be told mostly good fortunes because of his reputation. Though he didn't believe in these fortunes, believing that fortunes are made to be applied not to one specific person but to everyone, he sometimes couldn't help but be convinced. It was normal to be convinced over a fortune. After all, the fortune teller would be saying these as if they were made just for you... and only you – deception or persuasion. Whatever those two are, they are most powerful in the lips of a skillful person.
Masami had been staring at his feet for a while now. It's early in the morning, the sky is barely lit up. He rested his thoughts in the cold air. "But then I'm not really that lucky." he laughed at himself after the statement and sighed once more. Then Masami looked up, gazing at Marigold's scenery. At the moment, he had himself sitting on a park bench. He didn't have a greater view of Marigold City. But even if it was like that, he had lots of things to see. "Now... where do I start...?" the boy looked from left, the right, far and near. The perfect place for him, as he was told.