Decision

Waking up in the morning, he stretches. What day is this? The third day?
He defeated the bandits on his first day.
Killed the goblins in his second.
(I'm literally speedrunning this entire thing.)

He gets up, realizing he fell asleep with his armour on.
(Do they have showers here? I'm really due for one)
All that sweat and blood making him smell awful.
Removing his armour first, he'd then walk out of his room.
As soon as he does, Chloe also comes out of her room.
Their eyes lock into each other. Her expression is difficult to read.
"Good morning Chloe."

She nods and closes the door behind her, heading to the kitchen.
"Um, hold on."

She stops, turning to look at him.
"I'm really sorry for last night. I promise not to do it anymore. I'm alright, I'm not injured. The goblins are dead but it doesn't justify anything does it? I'm sorry for making you feel this way."

She seems to relax a little upon listening to him.
"Good morning Saito."

Oh. I think she forgave me?
She resumes heading to the kitchen. He follows her quietly. Food is already plated.
They sit down, enjoying their meals.
His eyes move onto Trevor. He looks really tired.

"Did you sleep at all?" He inquires.
"No. We had to prepare the barricades all night. A couple goblins came but they weren't difficult to get rid of with all of us."
"Cool."

Via gives him a worried look.
"Go sleep after, okay honey"
"Yeah, I'll do that. Saito's gonna watch this place while I'm asleep, right?"
"Yeahhhh.. I'll do that."

He nods. Once his plate empty, he stands up, heading to sleep.
Oh right, the shower.
"Say, do you guys have showers?"
"Showers?"
"Um, what about baths?"
"Of course! I'll make prepare you one, give me a while."

From memory, they make it like they did in medieval times I think. By boiling water with a firecamp and before offering the bath. 

She stands up, heading out. In the meanwhile, Chloe grabs the dishes to clean then.
"Want me to help you?"
"Oh I'm okay, take that time to rest."

He nods. I suppose that's fair.
Leaning back on his chair, thoughts begin to cross his mind.
What is he suppose to grind for the remaining days?
The bandits are gone. The goblins are dead. It's just the werewolf now.
Does he risk the werewolf? There's no doubt that thing is a lot faster and stronger than he is.
There's nothing giving him a fighting chance. The gem could've been nice. But that's long gone.
What's worse? The assassin or the werewolf? I feel like saying the assassin is worse because of the cheat items and skills he has.

Right. The assassin's name is Killer. Nothing but Killer. At least that's how he calls himself. He's killed upward to roughly players that lasted a week here. It's like he always knows where to find you. But there's someone else above him giving him the orders. We haven't seen much of that man, just various limited cut scenes where we've seen his face. He probably get his orders by whoever is forcing us to play this sick game. But there's no point to worry about him if I can't get rid of the assassin first.

The has an overwhelming amount of skills. I remember some of them, but they're pretty powerful.
The dude himself is kind of crazed, acting all weird and insane. His cheat item? A ring with 3 charges. It does the same as a greater healing potion, recovering injuries. He has another ring, but he has never used it so there's no way to tell what it does. Unless he does a clean kill, he has to beat this dude 4 times to kill him. That's a horrible unfair battle. If he can land a clean hit though.. There's no way he can recover if he's dead. Then the ring could be his. That'd be amazing.

Should he fight the werewolf then? Feels like the right choice, but also a choice that could get himself killed. He should bring it up to Trevor later.

"What are you thinking about?" 

Oh. Surprised, his eyes move to hers.
"About what to do from here."
"Can you just not stay around?"
"No, not really. You know.. Were you told before about an assassin hunting us?"
"Oh. Yeah, once. Is he coming for you too?"
"Mhm. In a couple days."

Her expression tenses up a bit. Going between thinking and washing dishes.
"Is this why you're fighting so much?"
"Yeah. I need to become stronger to get ready."
"Do you feel ready?"

Touche. Do I feel ready? No. I've gone beyond and breached the "highscore" of the best player. I've achieved pretty amazing feats. But do I feel ready? No. There's been hundreds of players already. Yet, this is the one checkpoint nobody has ever crossed. Nobody has lived beyond that. Trust me, I'd love to be that person. The one that does the impossible. But it just doesn't feel realistic.

"No."

She doesn't answer. She probably appreciates his honesty. but not being ready means I'm dead.
How many people has she lost? Before and recently, to the bandits? I don't wanna ask that.

The door opens, Via's head peeking in.
"Your bath will be ready soon."

Oh amazing. That'll be a marvel to my sore body. 
He gets up, following her outside around the building.
Behind the home, a small metallic bath mounted on a weird small contraption producing eat.
Small logs can be seen protruding beneath, flames popping out occasionally. 
This is nice.

"I cleaned your original clothes, I left them here for you."
"Thanks."

She walks away, leaving him to his privacy.
Undressing himself, he slowly enters the bath, letting his body sink in.
The warm quickly warps itself around him, restoring his vigor and releasing built up stress from the past three days. 
"I could fall asleep in this.."

For once, he finally feels his muscles release their tension.
His mind goes blank for a while as he sits in, simply enjoying the feeling. 
Taking his sweet time, figuring its a good time to hop off the bath once it begins to grow colder, he dries himself off with a nearby towel. Expecting his body, it looks far more muscular than it did before he got here. Feels like levels also affect your muscle density. 
(If only I looked that good back home..)

Grabbing his old clothes, he'd get himself clothed. There's nothing more comfortable than casual clothing back in his country. (Now.. What to do..)

Practice leaping from tree to tree? He never truly mastered the art of moving with agility. I guess that's a good way to kill time. That PTSD earned from the werewolf last night discourage him from venturing out right now. He'd spend a couple hours training himself using his panther form. But as anticipated, using spells drain him from energy. It doesn't take much longer for him to get especially tired. Satisfied with his progress, he'd head to bed and sleep , waking up much later.

The sun begins to set when he finally wakes up. Still tired, he could laze in today. But no, he needs to talk to Trevor. With a groan, he forces himself up. Equipping his armour, he walks out, looking for him. Rooms empty. Kitchen empty. Is he back at the barricade again? He'd head out, going to the edge of the village, looking around. A good amount of villagers seems rallied over the barricade, towering over the remains of several goblin bodies. 
(Another raid huh?)

"Oh! Trevor!"
Seeing him amongst the crowd, the grown man turns around, noticing him.
He waves back and walks to him.

"See? Told you, we got things handled."
"Yeah you're right. But I'd like to talk to you about something serious."
His joyful expression turns serious. It's the first time Saito approaches him with a serious request.

"Let's go further then."
Walking further away from hearing range, he turns to look at the young man.

"I'm listening."
The protagonist takes a deep breath. This has been tested before, but there is no penalty for talking of the system, of his home-world or anything people here normally wouldn't know. It's a matter of if they believe you or not. He has built that trust. I'm sure Trevor will believe me.

"Just like the travelers from my kingdom before me, I'm being hunted by an assassin that has killed many like me before. Everytime I kill someone or something, I become stronger. That's why I've been fighting so much. Because I need to be as strong as possible to finally defeat this foe that has been plaguing us. I'm afraid I'm not strong enough to take him on. But with the goblins almost wiped and the bandits gone, there is nothing for me to fight.. But the werewolf. But I don't want to die either. Do you think I should do this? Do you have any ideas of what I should do?"

There it is. His leap of faith. Can trevor think of something? What will he think? Surely he wouldn't think of him as a liar right? He takes another deep breath, as if he took weight off his shoulder.

Trevor's expression remains neutral, showing no emotion, likely in internal debate.
There's a long silence between them. The blacksmith things to himself for a long time.
After an excruciating silence, he finally opens his mouth.

"Thank you for telling me. Saito?"
"Yeah."

He puts a hand on his shoulder.
"We'll figure out a way for you to kill that werewolf."