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Atsushi
Lv.3 Monk
Move: D6
HP 22 | STR 2 | MAG 3 | SKL 6 | SPD 8 | DEF 2 | RES 6
Bloom Festival, Rank E
> Restores 7 HP
> 1d7 use per battle
Sun Festival, Rank D
> Restores 14 HP
> 1d5 use per battle
A peaceful farming village north of the capital of Hoshido
High noon
It was a breezy day in rice terraces of the Akamizu as the farmers went about their work. The season of growth had ended and bountiful stalks of rice swayed in the wind, ready for the great harvest.
A lineup of men and women in a wide row toiled from one end of a single terrace, using short sickles to cut the stalks and pile the grains in large piles for others to collect. Many of the reapers worked with an excellent speed, leaving a great wake of grain bundles behind them.
Of course, there was always that one slow worker, but it wasn't because he was lazy that he was slow. He was slow simply because that's how he worked. A perseverant worker and a great conserver of energy, he finished in a faster time than everyone else because he took no breaks, not even for lunch. The work stopped for him when he had reached the end of his row, and when it appeared so, he climbed up a small incline and sat on the grass. With both his hands against his back, he pushed roughly, causing the cracking noises to break the silence.
"Good work, oji-kun," a bundle retriever called out as she neared the end of the terrace, "Can we take our lunch break now?"
The young man frowned at the nickname, "'Oji' is a royal title, Oyaka-san. I'm not worthy of it."
"Maa~, but you're such a handsome fellow, you know! Everyone's taken to calling you that after you came back."
"Keh..." the princely farmer wiped a handkerchief on his face, "That's no excuse..."
"Ne, would you like to carry this bag, oji-kun? My back is aching."
With a sigh that was barely audible, the young man hopped off of the slope, "I was reaping this whole time, and your back is hurting? What is this..." Regardless of his words, he approached the large rice sack, took a strong grip on the top ends, then heaved it into the air and onto his back. The ground around the young farmer's feet sunk in slightly, but he walked normally toward the village. "Yosh, let's go eat lunch."
Somewhere, between here and therem Serena Leigh had gotten lost. It was hard to keep track of yourself when walking for days without sleeping or eating. The night of the Fort's assault, though days past, was fresh in her mind. Nohrian troops had been pouring in from all direction. They were going to claim a fort that was never truly lost.
Winding roads, stormed with troops, forestsm being combed for the enemym all that pushed Serena onto muddy fields. She found distinct comfort behind their endless cover. And they rose a good two feet above her. So far, all she had run into was bugs and snakes. She wasn't afraid of either.
The boring sun had scorched her back long enough. The lack of water was a torture all its own. Her boots, filled with mud. The field broke, leaving a village in the distance. Muletiple people worked the fields. It wasn't hard for her to stand out. Violently bright hair and her strange dress always attracted attention.
Lost in her own mind, Serena tripped over a discarded hoe. She tumbled to the ground. Her chest hit flat and she rolled onto her back. She'd get up soon. All she needed was some rest. The world could resume its chase later.
Skill +2: As long as this skill is equipped, the unit get +2 skill
Atsushi
Lv.3 Monk
Move: D6
HP 22 | STR 2 | MAG 3 | SKL 6 | SPD 8 | DEF 2 | RES 6
Bloom Festival, Rank E
> Restores 7 HP
> 1d7 use per battle
Sun Festival, Rank D
> Restores 14 HP
> 1d5 use per battle
The young man had gone a leisurely pace toward the village with the sack of rice on his shoulders. He was still accompanied by the woman, who had taken to sauntering cheerfully ahead of him.
What's Oyaka playing at today... he wondered. She was being more jaunty than usual.
At this time, the reaper caught sight of a child running down the road, but Oyaka had not. Almost blissfully, she turned and started walking backwards with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Oji-kun..." she said with a ethereal charm, "Today is a great d--kya!" The moment broke as the child collided with her rear end, causing the two of them to fall over. However, the youth was quick to get back on his feet to face the reaper.
"Sensei!" the child exclaimed as he pointed in the direction of a figure upon the soil, "There's a dead person! A dead person!" At the same time, Oyaka thumped her fist on the child's head while she rubbed her backside, "You dummy! You don't run into people's rear ends!"
The reaper's head craned over the two of them, dropped the sack of rice onto the ground, and ran as fast as he could. When he arrived to the person's side, he knelt down and put his hand over the person's mouth.
A shallow breath brushed past his fingers. The woman was not dead, but she must be dehydrated... or worse, suffering the effects of the sun. Without wasting another moment, he pulled both her arms up so that she appeared to sit up, put his hands under her shoulders, then pulled her onto his back.
"Is it still alive?" Oyaka exclaimed as she and the child caught up with the sack on his shoulders.
"She's still breathing," the reaper responded, "She's likely suffering from heat exhaustion and dehydration." Shortly after he had spoken, he began running toward the main house.
The two of them stared on in shock.
"I've never seen oji-kun run like that before," said the child, to which Oyaka slowly nodded in agreement. She felt envy bloom in her chest.
The reaper's hasty arrival to the village sparked surprise. Villagers flooded behind him as he made his way to the main house. He arrived to a bedroom, then placed the enfeebled stranger gently onto the bed. Two women appeared at the doorway, both with flustered expressions.
"Atsu-kun..." she murmured, "... Who is that?"
"I don't know, oka-san..." the young man replied, "... but she needs water, food, and a damp cloth. Oh, and bring a change of clothes."
"I'll get them," spoke a maidservant before disappearing into the hall.
The reaper turned his head back to the strange and her unusual blue hair from her forehead. "... Hang in there." Serena
The sun a gone. Cool air held still around her. The world that Serena rejoined wasn't hostile and almost seemed new all together. The bed she laid on embodied comfort. Hints of home were lost to the boiling heat. The seeker sat up, surveying the room she awoke in. Gray eyes came to rest on the wooden cup of water beside her.
Serena reached out, wrapping thin fingers around it. Its cool water wa beyond refreshing. It vanished in a single drink. She set the cup down and stood up. Aching legs begged her to sit down. She couldn't. Waking in a bed told her she wasn't in hostile surroundings. However, she awoke without a weapon. The mythical bow, little more than a stick when not in use, was easy to lose. She prayed it wasn't truly lost.
A window to her right called out to her. Serena stepped lightly. She wasn't interested in letting whatever host had her, know she awoke. She brushed the window's curtain aside. Her back was turned to the room's door.
Skill +2: As long as this skill is equipped, the unit get +2 skill
Atsushi
Lv.3 Monk
Move: D6
HP 22 | STR 2 | MAG 3 | SKL 6 | SPD 8 | DEF 2 | RES 6
Bloom Festival, Rank E
> Restores 7 HP
> 1d7 use per battle
Sun Festival, Rank D
> Restores 14 HP
> 1d5 use per battle
"Atsu-kun. Look. We found these when we changed her clothes." "These are all hers?" "Yes. She was heavily armed. You didn't notice?" "She... was on her back when I found her." "They were hidden from your sight, then. We must be careful with our guest. She might be dangerous." "Don't worry, oka-san."
There was a knock at the door and a gentle voice, "I'm coming in." Shortly after speaking, the young man entered cautiously with a warm plate of grilled fish and rice in his hands.
The sight that greeted him was an empty bed and empty drinking vessel, followed by the woman standing by the window on the opposite wall of the room. What was she doing?
"Miss?" he smiled, "I'm glad to see that you're up. You gave me a fright when we found you on the road."
Serena turned at the woman's entrance. She left the window behind and stepped forward. It's curtain dropped back into place. The food in her host's hand churned her stomach, bring water to her mouth. She swallowed it.
"Safe to say, I didn't mean to scare you. Or fall on the road, for that matter. Thank you for pulling me out. I don't want to seem ungrateful, but I need to know where I'm at. What town is this? How close is the capital?" She brushed her bright hair aside. "And where is my gear?"
Skill +2: As long as this skill is equipped, the unit get +2 skill
Atsushi
Lv.3 Monk
Move: D6
HP 22 | STR 2 | MAG 3 | SKL 6 | SPD 8 | DEF 2 | RES 6
Bloom Festival, Rank E
> Restores 7 HP
> 1d7 use per battle
Sun Festival, Rank D
> Restores 14 HP
> 1d5 use per battle
"Oh," he tilted his head, "Well... right now you are in Akamizu Village. We're in the northern mountain range, about three day's worth of travel from the capital by caravan."
He hesitated about telling her about her equipment. It was in the safekeeping of his house, but whether she was friend or foe was in question. While they had boasted relative peace, they were wary of foreigners from the west. The samurai of Kitsuki would often speak of them in ill light, that they bring only death and destruction to their people. Needless to say, it affected the young man's perception a little.
However, that wouldn't be an excuse for not giving a good, neighborly attitude!
"Your gear..." he said carefully, "... We're keeping your gear in a safe place until you decide to leave." He held the food out to her and smiled angelically, "Please, regain your strength until then. I prepared this for your sake."
"Three days?" She parroted. "A mountain range? I must have gotten turned around in the woods." The glacial woman sighed. "Your land is a bit hard to read, especially when in a hurry."
The Seeker, if she could still be called one, returned to her telling window. The short village stretched beyond its clean glass. Cosy homes flanked each side of the dirt road and large mountains rose along the right. Three days through that would become five, more if Seena was careful. And she would be careful.
"Does your town have a general store? Or somewhere I can buy supplies? The food smells wonderul and I'm thankfull for it, but I need to get going after I eat. I don't have time to recover any strength. I didn't get your name by the way? I'm Felicity."
Skill +2: As long as this skill is equipped, the unit get +2 skill
Atsushi
Lv.3 Monk
Move: D6
HP 22 | STR 2 | MAG 3 | SKL 6 | SPD 8 | DEF 2 | RES 6
Bloom Festival, Rank E
> Restores 7 HP
> 1d7 use per battle
Sun Festival, Rank D
> Restores 14 HP
> 1d5 use per battle
The young man's eyes dulled as she turned away without taking the plate from his hands, regardless, he placed it down on a short table nearby where she may dig into it when she was ready.
"Felicity-san. I am Atsushi of the Akamizu," his reply was followed by a slow, yet graceful bow. "We have a trade store of sorts connected to this house, although you may find it lacking due to its emphasis in... simple necessities." He folded his hands as his tone became stern, "However, it is unacceptable for me for you to leave without being able to rest properly." A hand lifted toward the mountain, "It has hardly been a day since you've awakened, and I doubt you would be so lucky traveling during the night hours. It gets awfully dark in the mountains, and many predators in these mountains are nocturnal."
“Simple is fine.” She said. Still watching the window. “Simple is best for travel.”
She listened to his griming tone. She kept her face neutral while huffing within. Ethan's slender bodyguard's words still ate away at her. No matter how much Serena tried to ignore them, they chewed away at all sense of pride. And that's what had chased her out of the Ice Tribe. Yet, here was this stranger challenging her pride. The seeker calmed herself by thinking that the woman aside from her doesn't know her or what she can do.
“If it's only been a day, then I haven't lost much time. As long as I can walk and run, I can handle whatever comes in the mountains. I'll eat, but I'll need to leave soon after. Atsushi, right? There's trouble out there and you've been nice to me. I don't want to bring anything to your village.”
Atsushi
Lv.3 Monk
Move: D6
HP 22 | STR 2 | MAG 3 | SKL 6 | SPD 8 | DEF 2 | RES 6
Bloom Festival, Rank E
> Restores 7 HP
> 1d7 use per battle
Sun Festival, Rank D
> Restores 14 HP
> 1d5 use per battle
Atsushi's brow tucked down gently at Felicity's words. Truly she was a stubborn woman, and as unacceptable as it was to let her go without proper rest, she had made her decision.
"You have been warned," he replied with a sigh, "Eat then, but at least chew. I don't know how long you've been without food, but hasty eating will only hurt you more than help." He placed his hand on the door and slid it open, "... Enjoy your food, Felicity-san." He bowed once more, moved through the door, then closed it.
Outside, he turned around and pressed himself against the door gently.
Trouble, she said. What kind of trouble? She was armed with strange weapons. Did she start something she never finished? Was she being pursued? Were they in danger of invasion simply from helping this stranger? The mountain was hard to traverse through the forest, and if she managed to find a way through on her own, her pursuers, if any, were not far behind.
If that were the case, they were in danger from the moment she set foot on the farmland...
No, that was the mindset of a worrier. Worrying shortens one's life span.
Let her leave as she plans to, and perhaps whatever trouble she spoke of will follow after her. She has shown no kindness to him yet, only stubbornness, some gratitude, and an awful amount of thinking.
Atsushi move away from the door and walked down the hallway with a heaviness in his chest. Serena
Traders loved sharing stories. Some myths, like the chicken headed fire lyzard of the Witchcoast hills, were obvious legends. Others had been grounded in strange, fanciful reality. The addition of "San" to a name had been spoken off and, at the the time, Serena had shrugged it off as some odd custom. Her time in Hoshido had been short, yet hearing san was off putting. The seeker shook her head. Getting caught up in strange mannerisms was the least of her worries.
Sore feet ushered her towards her meal. Spoon in hand, she took the first bite. Daunting peace came with delicious memories of home-cooked meals. Her mouth washed with regret, soured by bitter doubt. Leaving home in search of her stupid brother had been the worst decision she had ever made. Yet, giving up wasn't an option. There were promises to keep. She savored every drop before setting the bowl down and pushing her way out of the room.
Serena followed the foreign hall, guard rising back up as the taste faded away. Cautious eyes danced back and forth out of habit. She knew these people weren't a threat, but she wasn't taking chances until her gear was returned. Ending the hall, she scanned through the empty room.
Atsushi
Lv.3 Monk
Move: D6
HP 22 | STR 2 | MAG 3 | SKL 6 | SPD 8 | DEF 2 | RES 6
Bloom Festival, Rank E
> Restores 7 HP
> 1d7 use per battle
Sun Festival, Rank D
> Restores 14 HP
> 1d5 use per battle
The room Felicity had entered was the largest room of the house, granted there was a lack of furniture save a large sitting table and a few cushions in the middle. Two older women appeared around the corner, noticed the foreigner, and then turned back around the other direction, muttering in low, negligible words.
At this time, Atsushi had returned to the kitchen adjacent to the room. Lunch had already been finished an hour ago, but there was still cleaning and food prep for dinner time. Another woman was present in this room.
"I really do appreciate your help, Atsu-kun." "Ne, don't mention it. It's not as if I haven't done this plenty of times already..." "Maa, even so, you do so much around here, I wonder if you'll ever take an actual break." "Don't worry about it, Nanako-san. I'll take a break when I run out of energy." "Fumu... don't over-do it." "I won't, I won't..."
Atsushi rounded the doorway with a large plate of vegetables on top of it, and immediately his eyes set on Felicity.
"Oh, already finished?" he said as he brought the plate down on the low table, "That's good. I hope it was enough for you." Serena
"It was more than enough. Thanks. Tell whoever made it that it was good, best I've had in a while in fact."
The ravenous glow to her eyes at the food in his hands betrayed her words. The grumble in her stomach was low enough for the seeker to pretend it was there. She cleared her throat and glanced to the nearest window.
"What did you say this town's name was?" She asked.
Atsushi
Lv.3 Monk
Move: D6
HP 22 | STR 2 | MAG 3 | SKL 6 | SPD 8 | DEF 2 | RES 6
Bloom Festival, Rank E
> Restores 7 HP
> 1d7 use per battle
Sun Festival, Rank D
> Restores 14 HP
> 1d5 use per battle
A soft smile appeared on Atsushi's face from her comment. "I'll be sure to pass your kind word along to the cook..."
In spite of her words, the sound of her growling stomach did little to prove her fullness. It seems that the prepared meal was insufficient to fill her, which should've been expected for one who had passed out on the road!
Will she really be alright to leave as is? Surely she knows herself that she'll won't last very long with what food that was given.
"This is Akamizu Village," he answered, "We farm rice in the fields, among other vegetables." As he spoke, he took a yam from the vegetable plate and begun cutting it into thick slices. "Right now, the farmers are hard at work planting surplus crop for the change of season..." His voice gradually grew softer as he glanced at her head, then stopping at her stomach.
The sense of concern for this woman wouldn't stop; the question simply had to be asked...
"We're preparing vegetable tempura and meat dumplings for a feast tonight. Maybe I can make you a bento box for your journey before you go? It won't take more than an hour to prepare and cook everything." Especially if he did everything himself. Serena
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