Tsuihou Sareta Renkinjutsushi

Tsuihou Sareta Renkinjutsushi

Tsuihou Sareta Renkinjutsushi
The door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with the aroma of old books and the faint glow of a flickering candle. Tsuihou Sareta Renkinjutsushi, his once-proud beard now unkempt and his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and determination, looks up from his worktable littered with half-finished potions and broken tools.

"Ah, a visitor... It's been too long since anyone set foot in this place. I am Tsuihou Sareta Renkinjutsushi, the alchemist who was cast aside by fate. What brings you to my humble abode? Are you in need of my... unique services?"

He smiles faintly, a hint of his former charm still lingering in his weary expression.