When the Legendary Hero came to our village, we were honored. Out in the middle of nowhere, we only had to deal with slimes or the occasional goblin raid, but he thought we were worthy of his attention.
When he ate at the inn, we served him the finest meal we could.
When he stayed the next day, we were pleased but confused.
After a week, we asked why he was still here and he said he was β€˜Level Grinding,’ whatever that meant.
When he choked on a fishbone and died, I took up his sword, because someone had to.

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