Arima was walking down the street, feeling a little lost. He had just stumbled upon a strange sword and heard a voice in his head, but he didn't know what to make of it. He was still holding the sword, and he noticed that it was attracting a lot of attention from the people around him.
He decided to go into a nearby weapon shop to get a scabbard for the sword. The shopkeeper was a short, chubby man with a long, white beard. He was wearing a dirty apron and a black cap on his head.
"What can I do for you, young man?" he asked, looking at Arima curiously.
Arima showed him the sword and explained that he needed a scabbard for it. The shopkeeper's eyes widened, and he stared at the sword for a moment. Then, he nodded and said he could make a scabbard for it.
"It's a fine sword, that's for sure," he said. "I'll make you a scabbard for 100,000 Berry."
Arima was surprised at the price, but he didn't know much about the value of swords in this world. He had a pouch of gold and jewels from the shipwreck, so he figured he could afford it. He nodded and handed over the gold and gems, and the shopkeeper began to measure the sword and gather materials to make the scabbard. He didn't know the value of the coin and gems, so he offered them to the merchant.
The shopkeeper took out a small book from underneath the counter and opened it to a specific page. He looked at the page and said, "I can give you 1,300,000 Berry for all the gold coins and gems." Arima didn't know the currency's value, but he figured it was a reasonable price. He nodded, and the shopkeeper counted out the money and handed it over to him. He then began to make the scabbard for the sword. Arima watched as the shopkeeper worked, admiring his craftsmanship. He wondered about the voice in his head and what it meant about being a vessel. He didn't know what to expect in this world, but he knew he would have to be careful.
Arima was still puzzled about the voice in his head, but he was glad to have a scabbard for the sword. He tied the scabbard to his waist and walked out of the shop, feeling a bit more confident. He walked down the street, trying to figure out what to do next. He didn't know much about this world, and he had no idea what he was supposed to do.
As he walked, he saw a group of people gathered around a large building. He walked closer to see what was going on. As he got closer, he could see that there were people of all shapes and sizes gathered around the building. Some were tall and muscular, while others were short and skinny. There were men and women, and even a few children. They were all dressed differently and seemed to come from all walks of life.
Arima walked up to one of the people gathered around the building. He was a tall, burly man with a bushy beard and a scar on his cheek. "What's going on here?" Arima asked the man.
"Oh, you must be new around here," the man said. "This is a slave auction house. People come from all over to buy and sell slaves." Arima was shocked. He couldn't believe that slavery was still a thing in this world. He looked at the people gathered around the building again and realised that they were mostly men and women with rough, weather-beaten faces. They were all wearing tattered clothing and had a look of hopelessness in their eyes.
Arima couldn't stand the thought of people being sold like property. He knew that he had to do something to stop it, but he didn't know where to start. He walked away from the building, feeling angry and frustrated. As he walked down the street, he saw a group of people gathered around a notice board. He stepped closer to see what was going on. As he got closer, he saw several posters on the board. Each one had a picture of a person, and beneath it was a list of their crimes and a bounty amount. He noticed a poster that stood out from the rest.
"Raider," the poster read. "Wanted for piracy and murder. Reward: 30,000,000 Berry." Arima looked at the picture of the man on the poster. It was a relatively young man for someone who warranted this amount of money. He had a rugged, handsome face and a devil-may-care grin.
As Arima stood there, looking at the poster, he heard a commotion behind him. He turned around and saw a group of men approaching. They were all armed with swords and guns and had a menacing look in their eyes. Arima knew that he had to be careful. He didn't want to get into a fight, but he was prepared to defend himself if necessary.
As the men approached, Arima noticed that one of them held a poster. It was the same poster Arima had been looking at. The man with the poster pointed at Arima and yelled, "That's him! That's the Raider!" Arima realised the men were bounty hunters after him. He doesn't even remotely look like him, and the age gap is quite large between him and this Raider fellow, so he decided to run. He took off down the street, dodging people and carts as he went. The bounty hunters were hot on his heels, shouting and cursing at him. Arima ran as fast as he could, but he could feel his body starting to tire. He knew he couldn't outrun them forever.
As he ran, he noticed a small alleyway to his right. He ducked into it and hid behind some barrels. He could hear the bounty hunters running past the alley, cursing and yelling. He waited until he was sure they were gone before he came out of his hiding place. He continued walking down the street, keeping an eye out for any more bounty hunters. As he walked, he passed by a group of men sitting at a table in front of a tavern. They were all dressed in pirate garb and looked rough and dangerous. One of the men, a tall, muscular man with a long scar on his face, spotted Arima and called out to him. "Hey, you! What's your business here?" Arima stopped and looked at the man. He didn't want to get into any trouble, but he also didn't want to appear weak. He said, "I'm just passing through." The man got up from the table and walked over to Arima. He was much bigger than him, towering over him. He looked down at Arima and said, "You look like you're up to no good. You better watch yourself."
Arima looked up at the man and said, "I'm not looking for trouble." The man laughed and said, "Well, if you're not looking for trouble, you'd better get out of here." Arima started to walk away when he heard the man say, "Wait a minute. You look familiar." Arima stopped and turned around. The man was looking at him intently. He said, "I think I saw you with Raider a few days ago."
Arima was surprised. He didn't even meet this Raider guy. He said, "What do you mean?" The man laughed and said, "I saw you two together the other day. You're his friend, aren't you?"
Arima didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure if the man was a friend or foe of Raider. He said, "I'm not his friend. I don't even know him." The man laughed again and said, "Well, if you're not his friend, then you're his enemy. And if you're his enemy, then you're my enemy too."
Arima was getting nervous. He didn't want to fight these guys, but he also didn't want to let them push him around. He said, "Look, I don't want any trouble. I just want to pass through."
The man sneered and said, "I don't care what you want. You're going to have to go through us." Arima could see the rest of the men at the table getting up and coming towards him. He knew he had to act fast. He pulled out his sword and held it in front of him. The men stopped and looked at him warily. Arima said, "I don't want to fight you, but I will if I have to."
The man laughed and said, "You're a brave little shit, aren't you? You think you can take all of us on by yourself?" Arima didn't say anything. He just stood there, sword in hand, ready to defend himself. The man looked at his friends and said, "What do you think, boys? Should we let him pass?" The men all looked at each other, and then one of them spoke up. He was a short, stocky man with a bald head and a scar on his cheek. "I say we teach him a lesson. Nobody disrespects us and gets away with it."
The rest of the men murmured their agreement, and they started to circle Arima. Arima could feel the tension in the air. He knew he had to be careful. He had the advantage of having a sword, but he was still outnumbered. He didn't know how good the men were with their weapons, but he was sure they were no match for him. As the men closed in around him, Arima knew he had to make the first move. He lunged at the man closest to him and swung his sword. The man tried to block with his own sword, but Arima was too quick. The weight of the cutlass crushed the man's sword, and Arima followed up with a kick to the man's chest. The man flew back and crashed into a nearby table. Arima knew he couldn't take them all on at once, so he focused on one at a time. He dodged a sword swing from one man and then parried another man's attack. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he fought. He was outnumbered, but he wasn't going to back down. He swung his sword again, this time at a man's legs. The man tried to jump out of the way, but he wasn't fast enough. Arima's sword sliced through the man's leg, and he fell to the ground, clutching his leg stump in pain.
Arima then turned to face the next attacker, a man wielding a pistol. The man fired at him, but Arima dodged the bullet. He lunged at the man and swung his sword, cutting off the man's gun hand. The man screamed in pain and fell to the ground. As he fell, his gun went off, and the bullet hit another man in the chest, killing him instantly.
Arima turned to face the last attacker, the tall muscular man with the long scar on his face. The man was holding a sword in one hand and a pistol in the other. He pointed the gun at Arima and fired, but Arima dodged the bullet again. Arima then charged at the man and swung his sword. The man blocked the attack with his sword, and the two of them locked swords. The man tried to punch Arima in the face with his other hand, but Arima blocked the punch with his forearm.
The two of them were locked in a struggle, trying to overpower the other. Finally, Arima managed to break the lock and swing his sword again. The man blocked the attack again, but Arima followed up with a kick to the man's stomach. The man stumbled backwards, and Arima followed up with another attack. This time, his sword sliced through the man's arm, severing it from his body. The man screamed in pain and fell to the ground.
Arima looked around him. He had defeated all of the men who had attacked him, but he knew that he was still in danger. There could be more of them around, and he needed to get out of there quickly. He sheathed his sword and ran away from the scene before any more trouble came, not forgetting to check their pockets for valuable loot to take.