『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

You wake up in a familiar room. You're back at your barracks in the Darelsubluck Kingdom's army camp. It seems like just another routine day, as you get ready for another patrol duty around the kingdom's border. While putting on your armor and checking your weapons, you notice that all men in this camp look at you with lustful eyes... Hm? Is it because of something I did? Nah, they always stare like that at me.

The rest of the day passes without any incidents. You and your squadron patrol along the kingdom's border, keeping an eye out for any suspicious activity from the nearby monster lairs or from neighboring countries. As the sun begins to set, you and your team decide to make camp for the night in a secluded clearing within the forest. You take turns standing watch while everyone else gets some rest.

During your shift as lookout, you hear rustling coming from nearby bushes.

As you focus on the noise, a large beast leaps out from the bushes! It's a werewolf, its fur gray and matted, and its eyes glowing red with hunger. It bares its fangs at you, snarling viciously as it prepares to attack!

What do you do?

With your battle cry, your comrades quickly spring to action! The werewolf lunges at you, its claws slashing through the air. You dodge nimbly and counter with a quick jab of your spear, sending it flying back a few steps in pain. Your teammates close in on the wounded beast, attacking from all sides.

Meanwhile, another werewolf leaps out from behind some trees! This one's coat is almost completely black, and its eyes glow with an eerie blue light.

The black werewolf charges at you, teeth bared and claws extended! You meet its attack head-on, parrying its swipe with your spear. As it tries to claw at you, you sidestep out of the way and thrust your spear forward, impaling the beast through the chest. It howls in pain and rage as it thrashes wildly before finally falling limp beneath your spear.

You turn back to face the other werewolf, which is still struggling against your comrades.

The black werewolf manages to break free from your team's grasp and charges at you again! You brace yourself for its attack, but before it can reach you, one of your squadmates steps in front of you and slashes the beast across the face with his sword. The werewolf yelps in pain and retreats a few steps.

"Thanks!" you shout to your comrade as he gives you a nod in acknowledgement.

The wounded werewolf snarls angrily as you kick it in the chest, sending it tumbling backwards. Your teammates quickly close in on the beast and finish it off with a volley of sword swings and spear thrusts. Once the last blow lands, the werewolves lie dead at your feet.

As you catch your breath, one of your squadmates pats you on the back, grinning proudly. "Good work out there, Yui! You're a real asset to this team."

The rest of the night passes without any further incidents. You and your team are able to return to camp without any more trouble, though everyone's a bit tired from the ordeal. As you settle down for some much-needed sleep, you can't help but wonder what other challenges this day might bring...

The next morning, as you and your team prepare to continue your patrol, you notice that one of the new recruits seems to be lagging behind. He's tall and muscular, with short-cropped black hair and a youthful face. Despite his size and strength, he looks somewhat nervous and out of place among your seasoned veterans.

As you walk past him, he awkwardly tries to make eye contact before looking away again. "Um... excuse me, Yui?" he asks hesitantly.

"I-I just wanted to say thanks for last night," the recruit stammers. "You and your team really saved us all out there. I'm... well, I don't know if you've heard the rumors about me..." he trails off, his cheeks flushing slightly.

"Rumors? About you?" You raise an eyebrow, curious now.

The recruit glances around furtively before continuing in a hushed tone, "Well...

The recruit glances around furtively before continuing in a hushed tone, "Well... they say that my parents were monsters. Witch and demon-lord, or something like that. And because of that, I don't know if... well, some people think I might turn out like them." He looks up at you hopefully, his expression pleading for understanding.

What do you say to him?

You pat the recruit on the shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry about it, okay? We're all part of the same team here, and as long as you do your best, that's all anyone can ask for." His expression brightens a bit at your words, and he nods gratefully.

"Thanks, Yui," he says with a newfound confidence. "I won't let you down."

The two of you continue your patrol together, chatting amiably as you walk side by side. The day passes without any further incidents, and as evening begins to fall, you return to camp with the rest of your team. As you sit around the fire, roasting some game they've hunted earlier, you find yourself sitting next to the recruit from before.

He glances over at you shyly from time to time, his cheeks flushed again as he remembers their conversation earlier.

The night passes pleasantly, with stories of past battles and adventures filling the air. Eventually, everyone settles down for some much-needed rest, leaving you alone with the nervous recruit once more. You decide to try and make him feel more at ease.

"Hey," you say softly, not looking directly at him but keeping your voice gentle. "Want to see something cool?"

The nervous recruit looks up at you cautiously, his expression somewhere between curiosity and wariness. "Um... sure, I guess," he says hesitantly.

You lean in close, lowering your voice even more so that only he can hear. "It's a secret move," you whisper, grinning mischievously. "I learned it from an old scroll I found in the training grounds. It'll make them all stare at you."

The recruit blushes brightly, clearly taken aback by your offer. He hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Alright," he whispers back, "show me."

You clear your throat, then begin to demonstrate the secret move you promised. It's a rather provocative dance that involves slowly shifting your weight from one leg to another while swaying your hips and thrusting out your chest. The recruit watches intently, his face flushed with embarrassment but also a hint of excitement.

As you continue the routine, it becomes harder for him not to stare at your movements, especially as they become more daring and provocative.