Farewells.

Stress free, his week home felt amazing. Time flew like it was nothing. Before he knew it, it was already the final day. He spent his entire week with Chloe, surrounded by his new family.
His family back in Japan would be proud of him. No, I know they're proud of me. They're probably watching me even now. After defeated the odds through sheer perseverance, he's made a name for himself, gained citizenship, joined the military and got himself a girlfriend. 
(I'm sure they're happy for me, despite missing me so much.)

Saito was filled with everything he needed to know. He can keep his own equipment. The armour will be provided by the military. After a second serious talk with the Commander, it was agreed that he wouldn't be duty bound. He can leave as he will. But should Glarion ever go in an emergency crisis, no matter what, he is expected to show up. Nothing wrong with that, it's entirely fair. He'll visit Chloe every month or so. Still, he'll miss her between every visit.

The soldiers that were lightly injured had recovered from their wounds, travel ready. The ones that had been more critically injured will be pulled back to camp on wagons. The tents have been put away. Their equipment stored onto the wagons. The horse are saddled and ready for departure.
Ready to leave, Saito refilled with bag with rations.

All that's left is to say his goodbyes. They're not true goodbyes, but it'll still feel harsh on him. He's grown to love them. Might've been just two weeks, but to him, it feels much longer than that.

"Open menu."
His menu opens, displaying his level. "Level 42."
That's an insane level. He is a formidable warrior now.

Heading home for a final time, he hugs Via, shares a solid handshake with Trevor and a kiss to Chloe.

"I'll see you guys soon."
"You better" Replies Via, a spoon at hand.

They laugh, amused. The sound of a horn goes off. It is time to depart.
"Really though. I love you guys. Until next time."

He turns around, rushing back to the wagons. Since he's uninjured, his task is to protect the injured soldiers until they reach their base. (Protect from what?)

Oh. Monsters. That makes sense. No monsters came around here, too scared of the werewolf. But they are common outside this area. It's something he never had to worry or care about.

Grenn: "TROOPS, MARCH."
And just like that, he was gone. For several days, he'd be slowly travelling deeper into Glarion's kingdom, through the rain and mud. He hasn't seen much of the architecture this world has.
The village had very bare bone homes.  It's almost like a field trip. Most of the better made homes are made of solid stone. Their appearance stand out a lot more than the ones he's used to in Japan. Beautifully carved, their appearance is somewhat similar to how homes looked in the 1760's. Or at least, some of them. During his travel, he got the chance to talk with a couple guys, befriending them. They seem to like him. Maybe because of the fight they had together before.
He's trying to remember their names.. But there's so many of them.
Grenn, Jeffrey, Krist, Gliss, Winter, Parvel, Klex, Tren... 

(There's no way I'm remembering all these names.)

After a long travel of five gruesome days, he finally reaches one of Glarion's military camps. 
He cleans his throat. (I thought it'd be a camp..)
No. It's a whole castle dedicated to military soldiers, right beside one of the most prominent cities. 
This thing looks like it can take a siege. Which is probably precisely the point.

His training began. After getting his uniform, he'd learn their tactics, how they operate. He's learn how to improve his sword skills, how to fight with a group, how to communicate, how to use various surviving tools. He even was taught how to handle medical issues.

Barely a month had passed by them. But his training just began. 
Knowing of his talent, his superiors didn't go easy on him, pushing him to spar against people like Krist and occasionally champions. The champions did give him trouble, but they were roughly on par. His only true disadvantage being his lack of experience. With time, he was taught active skills. (Finally!). Months flew by. His reputation grew amongst the ranks. He originally didn't intend on actually going that far, but his discipline and fighting prowess stood out amongst his pairs. A year had passed. From that point onward, they made notorious figures come over to teach Saito knowledge people wouldn't normally possess. His skill now far surpassed a champion's. 
Yet, in recognition for his strength, they promoted him to champion. To the military and Glarion in general, such role is something to be pursued. During his second year, he often travelled out on emergency requests, fighting various deadly creatures that got him on the edge. That experience was invaluable. While the experience wasn't enough to level much anymore, he still grew stronger.
At the two year benchmark, looking up at the clear sky, Saito nodded to himself.
(I'm ready to have my own adventure.)

Killing the Demon King. He feels ready for that. But everyone knows, all heroes need a party of adventurers. An united group will always best the strength of a singular person.
(I know who I want.)