Olive Dale

 After some days of traveling & a long while since he bid farewell to Capybara Bear & his family, Shotaro Mugyiwara is still on his journey to find Olive Dale, finding it hard to fight off the wild-ass adversaries on his path that try to murk him without using Alakshmi.
"It seems like," he said tiredly, "I let the habit of constantly blowing shit away from Alakshmi get so much I now find it challenging to just beat the shit out of them with my hands." He looked at his hands, kind of purple with bruises & cuts. "They are going to be useless in a while at this point," as he remembered the accident with Freya, her screams of pain & agony as her armor melted into her skin due to HIS fault.
"No," he says to himself, "I won't use this katana until it listens to me."
Not wanting another thing like that to happen.
Then finally, after 3 weeks of travel by legs, he saw the huge, tall walls.
"They are well above 700 meters," Shotaro said, looking up. "Take it or leave it, that is."

Town reached: Olive Dale.
"Where do you keep coming out from?" Shotaro exclaimed in surprise, pointing towards Mela, who was busy scribbling down.
"Don't mind me, instant flying speed, you know," she said before hovering beyond the horizon.
"I am going to crave chicken wings one of these days if she keeps doing that," he said in an irritated, borderline fed-up tone.
He then reached the wall; the gates were locked, and he tried to knock.
"Who's there?" one guard said.
"I want to come inside," Shotaro answered.
"No, I will get pregnant," the guard replied in a serious tone.
"That's not what I meant," Shotaro said, a red blush spreading across his light brownish cheeks, "and you're a grown-ass man; you can't even get pregnant."
He calms down. "I just want to enter the capital," Shotaro said.
"On what basis?" the guard asked from the other sid"e.
"Cause the voices in my head tell me to," Shotaro said, annoyed, "now open the fucking door."
"Nah fam you alone in this." The guard answered, "Matter-of-factly, you can be up to no good."
"Hell nah," Shotaro said, now pissed off. Putting a hand on his katana's handle, he said, "Let's see what is up to what," before the traumatic flashback of Freya's anguish echoed back into his head, reminding him of his problem as he let the blade go.
Only for a barrel of hot, burning, boiling vegetable oil to be launched from the other side, falling right upon him, setting him in a blazing agony.
But he just had survived 400 hours of being eaten alive again & again; compared to that, the boiling oil felt like a sauna to him, so he just stood there, his skin blistered & burnt, only for him to heal back to normal in just a while.
Seeing him pull stuff like this, even the guards gasped in surprise and somewhat impressed tones, "Damn, he was HIM all along."
"Can I come in now?"
"Give me a second."
The guard asked the guard master, "What should we do, boss?"
"Let him in." The guard master said as he recognized the man with the black sword, "He is the one known as Shotaro Mugyiwara, a son of Gaia. Some blonde barb was singing a song about him & his...deeds."
"Let him in; he may come in handy."
"Damn I didn't know Mela spread my stuff like this." Shotaro said, remembering the weird-ass Barb girl as he entered the capital, being greeted by lush green vegetation combined with beautiful elvish architecture, many cathedrals, and some medic shops. The capital was green, near a river, so it was named Olive Dale.
He witnessed the large ass castle, where the royal elvish family resided; it dwarfed even the walls the city was covered in.
"Doesn't that just go against the point of these walls?" Shotaro said, confused. "I mean, with a cannon, the castle can be easily blown down, considering how tall it is."
"The wall protects the peasants," a voice came from behind him. "The castle is protected by an invisible force field."
He looked behind to see a pale, blonde boy with greenish-golden eyes. If he had longer hair, he would have mistaken him for a woman. It was a beautiful sight for his eyes...mayhap for his cock too.
"I am Kazam, son of Alaka," the man offered his hand, "and you are presumingly Shotaro Mugyiwara, the man with the sword."
"How did you even?" Shotaro said.
"I have contacts with the Simetris," he replied. "I am a little adventurer myself too."
"But you," he added, "are already his great favorite."
"Oh, and why are you here?" Shotaro asked bluntly.
"Because I have a home to go to," the asshole said, "unlike you."
"Son of a bitch," Shotaro muttered, seeing through his pretty & kind face, "I knew all femboys are evil."
"What's a femboy?" he asked.
"Don't bother yourself with it," Shotaro said.
"Some people in the town heard about you," Kazam added. "Some even await you."
"You're quite a legend already at the start of your career."
"What do they even require me for?" Shotaro asked, bewildered, "The city seems great."
"Then you are really the biggest dumbfuck with a sword, as they said after hearing about you," Kazam said, annoyed.
"They say what?" Shotaro exclaimed, "Now I am close to reconsidering helping" in an annoyed tone himself.
Kazam grabbed his hands, his big masculine hands with his feminine ones as he took him on an adventure.
"The city is in chaos." He said, "The queen is drunk."
Suddenly, Shotaro's eyes met with the thorns hidden inside roses; he saw people, sick, hungry, drunk, & dead.
He saw a sight that will make Bihar look like Singapore.
Complete utter chaos.
Children, running around, naked, their skeleton showing, there was an old guy eating a dead corpse of an infant, mothers were poisoning some of their children to feed the rest of the family, man were murdering each other, girls, woman, even grandmas were being publicly raped, nobody did anything about it, some of the rapist, were the guards & soldiers themselves, as they joined in to enjoy the fragile beauty of some girls.
This city was truly double-faced, a paradise from far away & God's hated abomination when you actually enter it.
"Disgusting, isn't it?" Kazam said. "Imagine waking up to it, existing along with it, & sleeping between it all damn times."
That was the moment Shotaro felt like he should just let Alakshmi run wild & eradicate these creatures. He can't believe they all were even sentient beings. It nearly looked like Manchester—wait, no, that's an overstatement. One of the deepest, filthiest corners of existence & the other is...this place.
"Can't speak right." Kazam said, "You ventured all those weeks just to come to this place."
"Tell me, what can I do?" Shotaro said.
"First, tell me, what can YOU do? About it, Kazam said, "Great savior," he added sarcastically.
"Well, I can go in & beat the queen up," he said.
"Beating up a drunk old hag," Kazam said, "not very hero-like."
"Maybe you're right," Shotaro replied. Suddenly he saw a drunk walking past them as he looked at Kazam. "Hey, sweet hole," he said in a drunken way, "keep your asshole neat & clean; Daddy's coming tonight."
Shotaro said Kazam clenching his arm in shame,
"Who is it, your new customer?" The drunken man said as Kazam replied, "Yeah, & god, his cock is bigger than what I usually take." He lied as the drunken man walked away.
"You're no ordinary adventurer," Shotaro said, connecting the dots. "You're an ass seller."
"Wait--no," Kazam said in embarrassment, "I prefer prostitute, but--."
"My father is always sick," he explains, "and all I had was my girlish charm, so, for his sake, I fully made a woman of myself." Tears nearly came out of his eyes. "I travelled lands, found men, and I---."
"Sold your body for some coins?" Shotaro said in an understanding tone. "That's cool. You are a bigger man than the ones that fill your ass because you do it for a purpose," he said in a motivating tone.
His words were enough for Kazam to break down; never had he met a man who didn't make fun of or mock him, enough for him to run away.
"Wait," Shotaro said as he tried to follow him but lost his way in the complicated city.
Where he saw even more filth, that made up his mind: if there are even a handful of people in the city that genuinely await him, he isn't leaving the city before fixing it.
So he began marching towards the castle until his face got burned off his skull as he walked into an invisible force field.
"I forgot about it," he babbled as his face regenerated back still.
"Listen here, the castle is surrounded by a force field that is the same that separates strongholds from our plane of reality; don't even try," the board said.
"You know what exactly destroys a stronghold with all its spacetime?" Shotaro said, pissed off. "My fucking swo---" FREYA PTSD INTENSIFIED. He pulled his hand away from the hilt of his katana.
But he knew he had to do something, so he tried to punch his way inside.

HE PUNCHES & PUNCHES the field REPEATEDLY.
His fist burned & withered away, only to be regenerated instantly, as his regeneration is fastened when adrenaline is present in his body, the reason why he heals in an instant during battle, even the most fatal wounds, but struggles to heal bruises he gets in accidents during his journey.
Suddenly his hand successfully went through the barrier only for a second before vaporizing, but it was all it took for him to intensify. He decides to jump through it so fast that his regeneration heals him faster than the barrier burns him.
IT FUCKING WORKS.
"Woah," Shotaro said, "it worked."
He tried to find the queen & talk her out of drunkenness, & if she doesn't, BEAT IT OUT OF HER, because who said that 'A hero can't use a good old woman beating once in a while to save people?' So he walked around the castle; the elvish architecture was boggling, even for a son of Gaia like him.
"It's giving some Ottoman with a bit of Catholic Russian," he said to himself until his nose was driven with a sweet smell, almost mind-controlling. Wait...quite literally mind-controlling.
Shotaro now has only one chunk of his memories, but he does know that.
HE FUCKING LOVES FRESH MANGOES.
"Damn," he said as he walked into the royal Elvis garden. Not only mangoes but all fruits there looked tempting, maybe because they were...in a way.
He can't control it; like a gluttonous ape, he began to eat everything in sight, first the fruits, but then he even devoured the flowers since the mind effect intensified.

"Huh," he wakes up from his sleep, "I fell asleep?"
"Who the fuck is that?" A feminine voice exclaimed in the background as he saw a girl, younger than him. She looked like a middle school girl, not womanly in any way. She had the same golden hair & green eyes combo that others have, but she looked like she wore tank tops instead of bras, like an early teenager. Her hips weren't childbearing as much as he found on his other adversaries, and her chest was flat, not suitable for a baby to suck on. It was truly some 10th standard girl in royal clothing.

"I, uhh," he tried to explain.
"Wait," the girl pointed at him.
You're the hero.