Meanwhile, back in the city...
Cisa had returned after disposing of the fifty-one men who had chased him out. The guards were stunned by the boy's appearance, but never in their wildest dreams did they imagine that Cisa had actually killed them. After all, he wasn't a warrior.
But one strange thing caught their attention: the clothes Cisa was wearing. His own clothes were torn and messed up from the battle, but the leader of the group had been clean. His suit was still neat, and Cisa had put it on.
Although the guards had questions, this wasn't within their jurisdiction, so they ignored him and continued their work.
Cisa made his way home. It was already evening, and night would soon fall. His parents must be worried about him, including his little brother, so Cisa hurriedly continued on his way.
However, things seemed to have changed somewhat. People were gathering around, seemingly engrossed in particular discussions.
