The 36th day of the apocalypse.
Hope Village.
As dawn broke, the entire territory started running like a well-oiled machine, people gradually moving about within the territory.
"Good morning."
"Are you opening your shop?"
"Yeah. If I didn't have to open early and prepare, I wouldn't get up this early."
"True. If you're just going to work, you can sleep a bit longer."
"That's how it is doing business."
"I envy you business people, making a good amount every day! If only I weren't so clumsy, I'd invest in opening a shop myself."
"I actually envy you combat professionals, having the skills to protect yourselves."
"Everyone has their perks!"
"But it's better now—the territory has a training ground. I think I can practice a bit myself. Once I build up courage in the territory, I'll try hunting Demon Beasts."
"..."
Everyone walked and chatted, then split up at the fork in the road.
