The silver sword lay on his hip, secured tightly in its holster as Sasuke sprinted from the store. The blacksmith had offered him a trade, a sword for his fine cloak. He agreed without a moment's hesitation. It had occurred to him that the cloak was a huge factor in how he had managed to remain alive over the past week, but he'd need a weapon if he was going to roam the world by cover of moonlight.

He was not frightened at this thought, traversing the lands beneath the moon and stars, he was only a bit leery of the wandering beasts and monsters that would impede his movements.

He had been a bladesmith before running from Summer. He was the person in charge of supplying the armies there with blades, swords, knives, and various other bladed death bringers. The sword on his hip was a pretty good tool, it would get him through alive at least.

He glanced at the map the blacksmith gave him, trailing his gloved finger down the path that brought him across two more bridges, head across rivers and trek through forests to get to Baria Forest.

He went back across the bridge that brought him to the village not a half hour earlier and set off into the wilds.