The Retired S Ranked Adventurer

They called him Sven the Shatterfist.

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After a decade of war, he's finally come home.

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To a city that's forgotten him,

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To a guild that's changed,

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To a world that's moved on.

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Now he's back.

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Serving drinks.

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Training rookies.

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Building a place where heroes gather.

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But the gaps in his memory won't stay quiet,

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The undead are rising at the borders,

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And everyone thinks he died fighting the Demon Lord.

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For Those Who Know that the long road home is sometimes the only road, and returning isn't the same as coming home. That the space between then and now isn't measured in miles, and coming back doesn't mean things go back. That time moves differently for those who leave and those who stay.

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Sometimes the hardest part about being a warrior isn't the fighting - it's figuring out who you are when the fighting's over.