(The character will be introduced immediately after the episode concludes.)

Scene 1: Arrival in Freaky Town

After a grueling day filled with travel and battle, Xero and Claude burst through the towering gates of Freaky Town, their eyes wide with wonder and exhaustion. The town sprawls before them like a living tapestry of marvels—its streets thrumming with energy, where every corner holds a surprise. Here, exotic human races mingle alongside curious creatures; the marketplaces overflow with vibrant, animated stalls and the air hums with the sound of performers demonstrating inhuman abilities.

Claude spins around in delight, barely able to contain his excitement.
Claude:
"No wonder they call it Freaky Town! This place is… absolutely insane! Look at those colors and sounds—it’s like the fabric of reality is having a party!"

Xero, more reserved yet equally captivated, raises an eyebrow as he takes in the surreal scene.
Xero:
"Insane barely scratches the surface, Claude. It’s as if we've stepped into an entirely different dimension, where every sense is set on overload."

On one side of the bustling street, a fire breather captivates a gathering crowd by spitting bursts of blue and green flames that dance in mid-air like liquid sapphires and emeralds. Nearby, a vendor carefully displays floating stones that emit soft, otherworldly melodies, their gentle hum resonating with the heartbeat of the town. A levitating juggler—defying gravity with graceful ease—tosses shimmering spheres of water that arc through the air, catching the sunlight and splitting it into tiny rainbows.

The rich aroma of sizzling meat and spiced fruit intermingles with a curious metallic tang that hints at ancient secrets. Claude inhales deeply, his smile widening.
Claude:
"I think I’m falling in love with this place—every sight and sound is a promise of wild adventures!"

As they weave their way through the crowded streets, dodging colorful market carts and eccentric performers, they suddenly collide with a burst of energy. A lively young man with wild, spiky hair and an irrepressible grin stumbles back, laughing heartily as he recovers.
Dylan: (laughing while dusting himself off)
"Whoa! You two look like you just clashed with an entire army of monsters out there!"

Xero offers a slightly awkward smile.
Xero:
"Uh, not exactly an army, but close enough to leave its mark."

Claude, grinning broadly, adds with a mischievous glint in his eye:
Claude:
"More like an overly enthusiastic welcome party from nature’s own ferocity. You should have seen the wildlife back there—it was something else!"

Dylan bursts into laughter, shaking his head in amusement.
Dylan:
"Sounds like Smokey Forest gave you both a run for your money! Name’s Dylan, by the way. I hail from Galere Village, just north of that so-called nightmare of a place. And you two? Who are you brave souls?"

As Xero and Claude introduce themselves—finding it hard to keep pace with Dylan's uncontainable energy—the town’s vibrant rhythm swirls around them like a warm embrace. Sensing their hunger not just for food but for a respite from their long journey, Dylan claps them on the back and grins wider.
Dylan:
"Tell you what—after all that battle, you must be starving! Let’s grab a bite, my treat! There’s a spot down the street that serves the best roasted skewers and spiced soups this side of the realm."

Xero and Claude exchange a look of amused surrender as their stomachs grumble in unison.
Claude: (laughing)
"You win, Dylan. Lead the way!"

Together, the trio pushes through the throng of curious onlookers and street performers, the promise of delicious food pulling them deeper into the heart of Freaky Town. The cacophony of laughter, music, and the sizzling sound of street fare blends with the visual spectacle of this strange, enchanted city—a perfect backdrop for new beginnings and untold adventures.

Scene 2: Trials and Tales

Inside the bustling cafeteria, the atmosphere crackles with anticipation. Long, rough-hewn wooden tables stretch out under low, warm-hued lights, where warriors, mages, and hopeful adventurers huddle together. Some exchange animated stories of past exploits, while others meticulously polish their well-worn weapons or murmur in urgent whispers about the upcoming trials. The clatter of utensils, the steady sizzle of food, and the occasional burst of hearty laughter fill the room, creating a symphony of camaraderie and excitement.

At one table near a wall adorned with faded banners and maps of legendary territories, Dylan sits comfortably between a scarred swordsman and a robed mage. He pauses between hearty bites of roasted skewers, his eyes gleaming with unbridled enthusiasm as he addresses Xero and Claude, who are leaning in eagerly.

Dylan: (voice animated, gesturing with his fork)
"Today’s not just any day—guilds from across the land are holding their recruitment trials! Look around you; every single adventurer here is chasing a spark of destiny. I’m here to join Arcane Mob, one of the legendary 12 Zodiac Guilds that represents the Scorpio. They say their founder is a descendant of an ancient, mysterious human race, steeped in secrets and power."

He leans forward, lowering his voice as if about to divulge a long-guarded secret. The table grows quieter, all eyes and ears on his words.

Dylan:
"Now, let me ask you—ever heard of the Blood Races of Humanity? There are six recognized races, each with abilities that set them apart:
• Humans – the resilient, dominant force wielding science and conventional weapons.
• Superhumans – genetically enhanced, packing unimaginable strength, speed, and healing.
• Mutahumans – born from the union of human and mythical, they command the very elements.
• Metahumans – shapeshifters with traits reminiscent of ancient beasts.
• Protohumans – cyborgs outfitted with cutting-edge tech and lethal armaments.
• Androhumans – artificially augmented beings who, despite enhancements, keep that all-important human touch."

Dylan’s eyes sparkle, and his tone drops even further, laden with mystery.

Dylan:
"But there’s more—rumors whisper of four additional ancient races, lost to time. Some believe these were the very first humans; others claim they were beings of unfathomable power, now hidden in the shadows of our history. If you know where to look, traces of their legacy can still be found, waiting to be uncovered."

Xero and Claude exchange intense, thoughtful glances as the weight of Dylan’s words sinks in. The air feels charged with the promise of secrets and hidden powers. Claude’s voice cuts through the charged silence, laced with daring curiosity.

Claude: (raising an eyebrow, grinning)
"So, about these trials… Are we just going to stand here and watch, or are we ready to jump in and test our mettle?"

Dylan bursts into a hearty laugh, slapping the table with his fork, sending a few stray crumbs tumbling onto the worn wooden surface.

Dylan:
"Watch? You two? No way! Why just watch when you can be a part of the action? These trials aren’t for the timid—they’re a call to arms for anyone brave enough to seize destiny. I’m telling you, the moment you step into that arena, everything changes."

The clamor of the cafeteria swells around them as others at nearby tables nod in agreement or murmur their own ambitions. The room practically vibrates with energy, the air heavy with dreams and the thrill of impending challenge. Xero’s eyes narrow with determination, his voice steady and resolute.

Xero:
"We’ve fought through battles and braved the wilds—maybe it’s time we stake our claim in this world. I say we don’t just watch the trials; we join them. Let’s show them what our guild is made of."

Claude nods, his face lighting up with a mix of anticipation and resolve.

Claude:
"Absolutely. We’ve got nothing to lose and everything to gain. Every scar, every battle—we’re here because we’re ready for more. Let’s get our names into that roll call and start shaping our own legend."

A murmur of approval ripples through the nearby clusters of would-be guild members. Dylan’s grin widens as he leans back, clapping his hands together.

Dylan:
"That’s the spirit! Trust me, once you’re in, you’ll feel the adrenaline and the raw potential of the trials pulsing through your veins. It’s not just about proving your strength—it’s about unearthing who you really are. And, who knows, you might even uncover a piece of that ancient legacy I mentioned."

As the conversation swirls around them, the noise of the cafeteria seems to coalesce into a singular call to adventure. Dylan stands, offering a parchment and quill with an encouraging nod.

Dylan:
"Now, if you’re ready to stop just talking and start writing your own chapter in this epic saga, follow me to the registration desk. The trials are about to begin, and I can already feel the shift in the air. Today might be the day that changes everything."

With that, the challenge is laid out clearly before them. The energy in the room builds to a crescendo as Xero and Claude exchange determined looks, their hearts pounding in sync with the beat of countless dreams. In that vibrant, chaotic moment, the mundane walls of the cafeteria dissolve, and the promise of destiny beckons—daring them to step forward and seize it.