Juma the Bartender

The bartender ran down a deserted street among the sparseness of house buildings in North Zanam. There are few places to hide in this small populated city. But Juma had to go. He decided to leave the town tonight as well.

Juma's house is next to a small square on the city's outskirts.

Juma had just breathed a sigh of relief when the shadow appeared suddenly. Shocking, but it turns out he's a teenager. His face looks handsome but is mediocre. There is no fighter aura or anything dangerous.

But suddenly, in the two hands of the teenage boy, a fire ignited—reddish-yellow color. The heat occasionally touched Juma's cheek. And strangely, the teenager's hands were not burned, but his hands were seen burning, splashing red flames.

"Pyromancer!" hissed Juma began to frighten.

Juma was astonished. "Why have so many sorcerers come to North Zanam City recently?"

He plucked up the courage to ask. "W-what do you want young people?" Juma dragged his feet. He stepped back slowly. The teenager approa