Respite

I actually found a settlement, and whether Tanjiro was really pointing to it doesn't really matter. What matters is that I actually managed to eat edible food after that period of self-starvation. The taste was not actually that good, but the sensation of filling my stomach was very satisfying. Also, I am glad that my taste buds still exists. It was trivial that I had to clean the dished and the area nearby the stall to pay for my food, but since I offered more than needed, the honest noodle seller was kind enough to pay me instead of asking me money for payment. ROB, the money made me spout flowery words against my will. Poverty, what a sinful thing.

While I am at it, I asked for directions as to where the next city or village would be, with my introduction as a wandering swordsman, or vagrant poor sod to be blunt.

I am being honest here, the money given to me was the first currency that I received after coming to this world.

I nearly offered myself as an assistant to the noodle seller if not for the fact that his noodles don't really taste above average.

Noticing that the noodle seller was looking at me as if I owed him money, I switched my thoughts.

"Hey owner, do you know any work being offered around this area?"

"I dunno, heard some talks... what work you looking kid? Looking at your sword looking cleaner than you, guess bodyguard or escort?"

Since its true, no offense taken.

"Both works too... but which pays better?"

"The escort, heard some merchant passin by callin folks to increase escorts. Never heard any bandits around the area for that. But... hey I'm not the one payin."

The owner sure is good, talking while tending to customers.

I bid my farewell to the owner as took a walk around the village, looking for my temporary job.

I'm now looking for a job to have some capital to secure a base, since I am not really going to be a demon slayer- what? Since I am already in a Demon Slayer world I had to become a demon slayer? Who said that! I'm not even trying to become strong why do I have to become a demon slayer?

No one is even threatening my life... I don't know even a single thing about this... planes and whatnots. What? The "trespasser"?

Heh... What happened to the trespasser? Dead, right? What about stronger ones?

Why should I care? I died already "once" what's with dying "twice"?

I am currently aiming to have a good life, why do I need to think hard?

I call bullshit.

After asking around and having an internal debate, I am now standing in front of a relatively good looking inn. Which is where my prospective employer is currently staying.

After walking towards the idle innkeeper, I took a quick glance around the room.

"Hey owner, I heard that this is where the one looking for a bodyguard is staying, mind if you inform them of someone looking for the job?"

As soon as those words left my mouth, the atmosphere within the inn changed rapidly.

I smirked at the poor attempt of intimidation and took a quick glance once more found where they came from.

Since they never used killing intent to test me, I just let the intimidation wash over me as I was doing a count within my head.

After seeing the the owner that left earlier has return, I guess I passed the first test.

After the owner, a man came out then went in front of me.

In that instant he released killing intent I immediately reacted, but the man then retracted his killing intent. Making me in a brief state of loss, then just shrug it off seeing that maybe the man noticed it.

The man offered his hand for a handshake, "Ichi, welcome to the team."

Thus, seeing that I already passed the test I also took the hand the man was offering and we hand a handshake.

"Just call me vagrant, since I get lost easily."

"Vagrant eh... well I guess I'll call you that, want to join my gang? I'll give you a name as a freebie."

"No offense but you've yet to impress me to join you."

The man then laugh, finding my statement funny.

"Right, right... we're don't even know each other."

"I'll show you to the boss..."

Right... I don't even knew who my employer is... what a bad manners.

Or... was it negligence?

Value? Moral? Polite? What was it again?

Ah...

Communicating sucks.