The woman chuckled. "I can see why you'd want that. I've got some basic tunics, trousers, and boots—enough to get you looking like proper hunters rather than lost beggars. But it'll cost you."

  Noah opened the sack of beast parts slightly, revealing the sharp glint of teeth and claws. "We don't have much of anything else, but we've got materials. Will these cover it?"

  The woman's sharp gaze locked onto the contents of the sack, her hand reaching out to pick up one of the beast's teeth. She turned it over in her hand, inspecting its quality. "Good stock," she murmured, setting it back in the sack. "These'll do. For full sets of hunting clothes—tunics, trousers, boots, and belts—it'll cost you fifteen teeth and six claws. I'll even throw in some cloaks for the colder nights."

  Victor frowned slightly. "That's a big chunk of what we've got left."

  Leah placed a hand on his shoulder, her lips forming a menacing smile. "We need these, Victor. We'll be better off trading for clothes than roaming around in this state."

  Noah nodded in agreement. "She's right. Besides, we can easily restock this low-quality stock when we head back to the forest. If that Rockhide Bear hadn't attacked us, we would have a lot more parts."

  The woman gave a soft nod. "Fair enough. Give me a moment to gather your sizes. You can pay after I've got everything together."

  The group stood by as she moved efficiently through her wares, pulling out various items of clothing.

  She held them up against each of them in turn, muttering about sizes and adjustments. Daniel couldn't resist smirking as she measured him. "I feel like I'm back at school, getting fitted for a uniform."

  Leah rolled her eyes. "Did you also go hunting monsters after collecting uniforms?"

  Daniel's lips twitched as he shut his mouth.

  Soon, the woman had gathered the clothes: sturdy tunics of earthy tones, reinforced trousers with thick stitching, leather belts, and durable boots. She also added lightweight cloaks to the pile, nodding in satisfaction at her work.

  "There," she said, pointing to the collection of garments. "Try them on to make sure they fit. There's a small screen at the back for privacy."

  The group took turns slipping behind the screen to change into their new outfits.

  One by one, they emerged, looking more like proper adventurers than a group of misfits.

  The clothes were simple but well-made, and they fit snugly, allowing for ease of movement.

  Leah adjusted the belt on her trousers, nodding appreciatively. "Much better. Thank you."

  Victor stomped his boots on the ground, testing their sturdiness. "These are solid. Definitely worth it."

  Emma's shy smile returned as she twirled slightly, the cloak billowing behind her. "It feels... nice to wear something clean and new."

  Noah stepped forward, handing over the agreed payment of fifteen teeth and six claws. "Thank you. This will do just fine for now."

  The woman accepted the payment, placing the teeth and claws into a small wooden chest behind her stall. "You're welcome. If you need anything else—repairs, adjustments, or additional gear—you know where to find me."

  As they walked away from the stall, Daniel grinned, tugging at his new tunic. "Alright, now we look like proper adventurers."

  Leah shook her head at him before curiously looking at Noah and asking, "Why have we not encountered coins or the currency of this world yet?"

  Noah glanced around at the village before slowly saying, "Maybe because the area we are in is too backward, maybe they haven't even created something like coins."

  Victor nodded his head, "Not like they need the currency system here. Bartering is working just fine for this small village."

  Noah adjusted the strap of his cracked longsword across his back, his expression calm. "Anyways, next, we should head back to the inn and rest for the day. Once the blacksmith finishes our weapons tomorrow, we head back into the forest. It's time to awaken our classes."

  The group agreed and made their way back to the inn, the chatter among them lighter now that they were properly dressed and had a plan for tomorrow.

  As they entered the inn, the familiar scent of roasted meat and baked bread greeted them. The innkeeper glanced up from her counter and nodded in acknowledgment, gesturing toward the staircase leading to the rooms.

  "Your rooms are ready, just as promised," she said. "Rest up—you'll need it."

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  Noah thanked her with a polite nod before leading the group upstairs.

  The corridor was quiet, the soft creak of their boots against the wooden floor the only sound heard inside. They paused in front of their rooms, each marked with simple wooden plaques.

  "I'll take the room on the left," Noah said, his tone calm as he pushed open the door. "We'll meet back here in the evening to discuss tomorrow's events as well as something else."

  Leah nodded her head. "Alright. Rest well, everyone."

  One by one, the others entered their rooms, the doors closing softly behind them.

  …

  Noah stepped into his room and let out a long, tired sigh. The small room held a single bed with clean sheets, a small desk, and a chair.

  It wasn't luxurious, but it was more than enough after the rough conditions they had endured in the forest. He set his cracked longsword carefully against the wall and shrugged off his cloak, folding it neatly on the desk.

  His body ached with exhaustion, and as he sat on the edge of the bed, "Haaa… looks like that Rockhide Bear blood didn't take away all of my exhaustion." He softly murmured.

  His gaze flickered to the system screen at the corner of his eyes, "From what I have gathered, for each E Rank Common Grade kill, I will get a point, and from those, I can unlock skills," he said to himself. "I would need to kill a lot if I want the skills at this rate."

  Noah stretched out on the bed, the firm mattress making him feel the comfort of home.

  His mind wandered to the Razor Fangs, "What excuse should I make to them when they awaken their class but I haven't?" he thought with his eyes closed.

  "Should I just tell them I awakened as a Rare Rank Swordsman? I can unlock a few more swordsman skills. Or something like a Spatial Swordsman since I have inventory."

  "That way, I can use my inventory to carry beast parts without seeming suspicious, and I won't need many sword skills as well since my inventory can be my cover." He continued thinking and making plans before slowly falling asleep.

  …

  In her room, Leah sat cross-legged on the bed, feeling the new clothes she had received after coming to this world.

  The soft fabric of the new clothes was oddly soothing. She leaned back against the wall, her mind drifting to what they would do on the hunt.

  Noah's confidence in their awakening gave her hope, but the thought of facing the Razor Fang wolves still sent a chill down her spine.

  "We'll handle it," she whispered to herself, her eyes growing resolute. "We have to."

  …

  Victor sat in the chair by his window, his gaze fixed on the bustling village below. Thinking about his life back on earth, where he was a normal office worker. And now his world has changed so drastically.

  He soon shook his head and flexed his hands to get rid of the distracting thoughts, he imagined what the new sword and shield would feel like in his hand.

  ...

  Emma curled up on her bed, her cloak covering her entire body like a blanket. The soft fabric was a comfort against the harsh memories of the forest. She glanced at her bowless hands, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face.

  "You'll be fine," she muttered to herself. "We'll all be fine."

  …

  Daniel lay down on his bed and pulled his arms behind his head, a sly grin on his face. The thought of finally awakening his class and gaining skills thrilled him. "We're gonna be unstoppable," he said to the empty room, his cocky tone laced with genuine excitement.

  …

  The evening sun cast a warm orange glow through the windows of the inn as Noah stirred from his nap.

  The faint sounds of activity drifted up from the tavern below—laughter, clinking mugs, and the murmur of conversations.

  He sat up, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and stretched his arms. "Umm~ Finally feel like I rested enough," Noah said as he patted the soft bed. It had really done wonders on his tired body, but there was still a faint ache in his muscles.

  Noah glanced at the cracked longsword leaning against the wall. "Hopefully, I can get a better sword tomorrow," he murmured to himself.

  He adjusted his tunic, strapped on his cloak, and opened the door, stepping into the quiet corridor. Moments later, the other doors opened one by one, and the rest of the group emerged.

  Victor was the first to speak, cracking his knuckles. “Finally, a proper rest. I feel like I could take on a beast right now.”

  Leah smirked, adjusting her belt. “Save that energy for tomorrow. We’ll need it.”

  Emma gave a small smile as she pulled her cloak tighter around herself. “I’m just glad we can eat good food today.”

  Daniel stretched dramatically. “I don’t know about you, but I’m expecting a feast. Let’s hope the tavern lady can keep up with my appetite.”

  Noah chuckled softly, motioning for them to follow. “Let’s head down and grab some food. We’ve got something to discuss after.”

  The group descended the stairs, the lively sounds of the tavern growing louder with each step. When they entered the bustling room, the familiar tavern lady greeted them with a warm smile. “Finally up? You lot must be hungry after all that rest.”

  “Starving,” Victor replied with a grin.

  The lady waved them toward a corner table. “Sit down, and I’ll bring you something hearty.”

  The group nodded and took their seats, the table in the corner giving them a bit of privacy from the bustling crowd.

  Plates of roasted meat, steaming vegetables, and freshly baked bread soon arrived, along with mugs of cool water. The group ate with gusto, the food disappearing almost as quickly as it arrived.

  Once the plates were cleared, Noah leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over his teammates. “Alright,” he began, his voice calm but firm. “Before we turn in for the night, I think we need to address something.”

  Leah tilted her head, curiosity in her eyes. “What’s on your mind?”

  Noah’s fingers tapped lightly on the table. “We’ve been fighting together for a few days now, but we haven’t had the chance to really train as a team. Tomorrow, we’re going back into the forest to hunt and awaken our classes. That means we need to be prepared—not just individually, but as a team.”

  Victor nodded thoughtfully. “Makes sense. We’ve been getting by with luck and brute force, but that won’t hold up for much longer.”

  Emma looked hesitant but nodded in agreement. “So, you’re saying we should train together tonight?”

  “Exactly,” Noah replied. “We can use the open area behind the tavern. It’s quiet and out of the way. We’ll work on coordination, timing, and maybe even come up with a few strategies for handling packs of beasts, as that’s what we will be facing.”

  Daniel smirked. “I like the sound of this. It’ll give me a chance to show off my moves.”

  Leah rolled her eyes but smiled faintly. “Alright, I’m in. We could use the practice.”

  Emma hesitated before speaking. “It might be a good idea… but what about the other guests of this tavern? Won’t they be disturbed?”

  Noah shook his head. “I’ve already checked. The back area is mostly unused at night. Besides, they can’t really do much if they get slightly disturbed, as we are also keeping this village safe by hunting beasts.”

  Victor stood, stretching his arms. “Well, let’s not waste time, then. We’ll need every bit of preparation we can get.”