By the time Mwana left the old seller's place, he had already decided to participate in the Underground Masquerade. Anyway, it was not like he had many great ideas of making a quick buck. Before, he had thought to smith or do some embroidery but Milele was a big place; it did not lack people, adults at that, in these professions. Art? There was a thing called starving artists. They were everywhere. He had also thought of selling some art and story books that he drew containing the tales of old and new heroic legends as well as age old romantic tales. If he could sell them to some of the young boys and girls flooding to Milele, he would surely make some shells. However, it was not like children were known for having full pockets. At most, what he earned would only be enough for covering mundane costs.
"At the end of the day, this fighting stage seems to be the easiest path for me towards Blood Boiling stage."
