In the blink of an eye, the day of departure arrived.
After washing up and eating breakfast, Colin skillfully donned his gear and finished packing his luggage.
He went to his washroom and stood before the mirror hanging over the sink.
A young man with medium-length black hair stood reflected in the mirror.
His features were a mix of Eastern and Western, and while not exceptionally handsome, he was considered above average among the humans of this world.
The man wore simple metal Shoulder Guards and Wrist Guards. A rather nice Dog-faced Helmet hung from a cord on his back, and he had on a pale gold Muscle Chest Armor with a pure black Cloak draped over his shoulders.
The ensemble looked a bit strange; at least, Colin had never seen anyone on the street dressed quite like that.
'At least it's a big improvement over the Viking Helmet set.'
Colin studied the figure in the mirror.
