Saktamberg, the capital of the Federation of Gileshhtar.
The capital of the Federation of Gireshoutar, known as the "Land of Steam and Gears," is a place that seems to have condensed the characteristics of this federation into a boiled-down version.
A super-massive, multi-storeyed city supported by pillar-like towers and piled up like a dish with trees spreading their branches and leaves, it churns out waste steam morning and night and has pure electric lighting shining throughout the city.
The brass-colored fortress-like building at the highest point is the Parliament building, the brain of the country.
Just below the plates on which the Capitol sits, three plates are lined up on the same level.
The offices of the central government and public institutions are crowded in here, and officials and executives of various organizations strut around like a golem on a daily basis, but among them there is a corner that is a little different.
In the corner of 'Section 2-3', there are restaurants and bars for the people who work in this area, and the headquarters of the Jireshatar Federal Adventurer's Guild is located in the middle of it.
It was the result of a bold urban plan that said, "Consolidate all the noisy and troublesome things that are necessary here into one place. There are a few guild employees who are unhappy with the fact that it was classified as a bar, but adventurers who come and go from the guild don't want to walk down the airy bureaucratic street that makes their shoulders tense just by being there.
In front of the main entrance of the guild's headquarters, a huge six-story box-shaped building, a small commotion was taking place.
''Don't worry. It's Mine Beating ......, that it is.
Wilfred, a young man wearing a flowing kimono over an adventurer's travel gown, sheathes his katana with a single swing.
In front of Wilfred, a man equipped like a gladiator, perhaps showing off his muscular body, was holding his hands and crouching in front of Wilfred.
He had been trying to cause Wilfred to fight a single match, and as soon as the fight started, he was pigeonholed with a thrust through the scabbard and took an even stronger peaked strike to his wrist and removed his sword.
The onlookers (mostly adventurers from the guild lobby) came to a boil.
''Oh, that's such a ...... Garrett!
Garrett, the guy who's been beating up on the new guy for so long?
The unimproved Garrett, who was making a name for himself in the rookie hunt and taking nomination requests rather than building his skills!
''Garrett, who wasn't even top class but was untouchable due to his semi-strongness!
'You're telling me you've been beaten by someone who hasn't even become an adventurer yet?
Well, I'm gonna have a drink tonight.
There was a noisy whistling and a hearty ovation as they praised Wilfred.
'You seriously didn't like me ......'
"Ugh, shut up. ......
When he gave me a dumbfounded glance at the squatting man's tosser-like mohawk head, he snarled and said just that.
'Tsk! I've eaten a lot of extra time!
Sigh.
I'm here to go through the formalities of becoming an adventurer, and now I'm wasting my time fighting in a place like this.
'Hey, you're awesome!
You wanna join my party?
Sorry, we'll talk about that later.
When Wilfred was about to enter the guild headquarters, a percentage of the onlookers followed him, saying all sorts of self-serving things and patting Wilfred on the shoulder and back.
Inwardly he was getting good at it, but Wilfred was acting like a hard man. It's behavior that deviates from the samurai's profoundness that makes him gleeful at times like this. If you sully the name of the samurai, you can't face the master of the sword and the master of the mind, the two of you.
In the vast lobby, people ranging from government officials to adventurers armed with armor are present, and the reception counter is lined up in a row.
Wilfred walked over to the receptionist, who was just as young as he was.
'I'd like to become an adventurer. Do you want to apply here?
'Yes. You wish to register as a new adventurer?
The receptionist pulls out some form with an invincible sales smile.
'I'm a samurai. Make me Samurai Class.
What?
Then Wilfred's words made them stiffen, and the onlookers who had been following Wilfred laughed loudly.
''Registration for that ...... guild is in the form of a choice of one of the predetermined job titles (classes).
The receptionist explains while holding back a laugh with a slightly twitching expression.
''What! Don't you have a job title (class) as a samurai!
No, no, no!
The heavy dwarven warrior banged Wilfred on the back with a belly laugh.
'Uh ......, as I recall, samurai is the name of a knight in the Far East region?
If you are primarily oriented to fight with your sword there, then I thought that registering as a warrior (fighter) would still be appropriate.
'Then it's a warrior (fighter) ...... but this isn't a sword. It's called a katana. It's incredibly important to the samurai.
Then we'll go through the formalities. Please present your federal citizenship papers, if you have them.
...... In the Commonwealth, even the Adventurer's Guild needs this.
Wilfred takes out a rather thick plate trimmed with brass-colored metal.
This small piece of metal, engraved with Wilfred's name and citizen number, is his federal citizenship card. It is not only engraved with his name, but also has some kind of an allotted number, and he often has to present it when he receives public services in the Federation.
'You must be Wilfred Blythe, sir.
The receptionist checks her citizenship card, inserts it into some square magical machine (artifact), takes it out immediately, and writes down the number on the application form.
It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
Oddeye, the color of fire and ashes.
With her beautiful honey-colored hair, she curtsied with a fawning smile.