Standing there all alone for a while, Allan enjoyed a serene moment of warmth, while stretching his body with some exercises.

Sarey was not that late after him. She walked into the grass and the sun blinded her eyes. It was a very nice day today. Also, a very important one, since the next stage of Allan's training was up for her decision.

Since 36 did not talk too much in greater detail about it, she had no choice but to go with the words described in the scroll. It all made less sense to her as time went on with her readings and research of this scroll. She can read it fine, although certain sections had rough translations of words that didn't make much sense. It is the work of 36, so she didn't find it all that shocking.

The choices that she described yesterday left her in a bad mood. If she made a mistake, that could not be good for Allan. Was it bad? She couldn't tell good from a bad position when it comes to the decisions for others. She was responsible for helping Allan figure out his path, yet her hesitation was obvious after long research or time spent with him.

She decided to go with the flow, while her own problems were less than important. She is a part, maybe not even that, of the path that 36 planned. Doing a little from everything first before going in another direction. If the choice was up for Allan, the energy that 36 described was not. Nor her bad choice, or situations that would cause a bad future.

“Good morning, Sarey.” The clear voice of Allan spread from the distant tree. Sarey found him up pushing himself around the branches like an animal.

“What do you think you are doing at this time of the day?” Sarey asked after glancing beyond the sun.

“Stretching. What about you?” Allan asked back.

“Worrying about you. Get back, there is breakfast ready for us.”

“Good.” Allan jumped back to the ground. Twisting his body in mid-air as he landed with grace on the ground with no trouble. It was as if his legs and thighs absorbed the motions of the impacts.

Sarey found it impressive too, but not shoving it to him in the ass. He was already getting on her nerves so early in the morning with his strength.

Inside the home, Zigmund was already eating his meal as the pair appeared from the door. “Good day to you both. Ready for another good day?”

“Of course,” Allan answered in good mood after finding his place with his staff. Sitting at the table with no further manners, he munched on his meal as well.

Sarey lacked a lot of appetite from watching this pair of beasts. However she had to eat too, so she was forced to forget their manners.

“How is it looking about your swords, boy?” Zigmund asked as he gulped a bottle of water.

“How? I started. That is about it. How about your task?” Allan counters with a question while pouring a cup of water for himself.

“Work hard, while I will figure it out today. I heard there will come a time for some businesses to be done. If you will have some swords ready, they could be bought for plenty of gold.”

“I don't care about money if you will get most of it. Isn't it fair?” Allan said in seriousness.

“Whatever you want. I guess my gamble to let you forge was a correct one. Hehheheehhe.” Zigmund chuckles with a full mouth of food.

“Hmph!” Sarey glanced at her father with a vicious attitude. She knew very well what he was talking about. Talk about war is a prime time for powerful merchant groups, which are to provide their services to anyone. Weapons were sought out at these times for obvious reasons.

“Worry about that later, father.” she complained.

Allan couldn't knit together their meaning. Talk about war went over his head and he wasn't even told anything about it so far. Even if they did tell him, he had work to do now.

“No need to get worried. Your work is pretty damn good.”

“Thank you for pleasant words, sir,” Allan said in a polite manner as he bit into a sausage.

“Oh, you have an interesting play with words,” Zigmund mumbles in return by munching two sausages at once.

“Really?” Allan kept eating.

Sarey couldn't help but sigh from their play. They were once again fighting who would finish first? Who are they? Kids? She gave up on this, after the first time. No amount of work is worth this mess, and since it was the food of her father, why get worried?

In no time, they wiped the table clean. Both Allan and Zigmund remained sitting, filled with satisfaction.“Oy, Sarey. What the hell is going on with these meals? You are generous with preparing it so much better since Allan came to be.” Zigmund said to her.

“Am I? I haven't noticed that.”

“Oh! Wait, I am paying for all of this?! You! Ahhhhhh... Damnation!” He cursed out loud, but couldn't help but find the meal worth it. He will manage to live with this.

“It was quite good. Thank you, Sarey.”

“Whatever.” She tossed her hair around and began to clean the table up.

A small smile on her face was not concealed from the frowning Zigmund.

“Oh dear, I knew it was all going downhill.” He thought to himself in much pain and melancholy. A small thought, that is not all that much needed at the beginning of a new day.

Allan, upon hearing nothing of interest, decided to leave for now. He didn't even need to hear more about Zigmund's promise from yesterday. The talk of money and whatnot is not done overnight. He will ask him about it in the upcoming days.

“I will be at my smithy.” He said as he pointed a finger in Sarey's direction. A small token of order, that their meeting would come soon.

“1 hour from now. Time for that!” Sarey cheered herself up in her mind.

Zigmund soon left for whatever business he had prepared for today. Placing his legs on his office table, a small nap is best after a sumptuous meal. He usually left them both alone if he felt like it. There were occasional suspicious activities that he saw them do. It all came down to his curiosity and his own problems of sticking his hand in where they didn't belong. Though, it didn't matter to him all that much either way. They are still kids.

In Allan smithy. Sitting by a furnace was Allan, who did what he used to not do. Performing breathing exercises according to Clayton's recommendations. Since yesterday, a worm of thoughts dug deep into his brain. Trying to remember all that he did all those years ago was quite painful. He had to recall not the least bit pleasant times with his father. For the better of him, Allan's memory proved its worth, and he recollected the majority of things. Since little, his memories worked marvel, since his father always pushed him around to learn blacksmithing. Truth be told, there was a humongous amount of things one could learn.

“Good. I will manage to teach it to Sarey without a problem.” Allan flexed his chest as a distinct beginner path was becoming clearer in his mind. One which was explained by his father a long time ago. Exhaling and inhaling in a strange manner. Expanding his lungs, and increasing the volume of his stomach as well. It was not something that could be done at the move. It was more forceful than the gentle breathing he was used to. This was more forceful breathing, that gets his blood pumping through his veins. As well as something else, but Allan didn't remember all the details about it.

He could feel his lungs heat up for some reason. His body temperature unbeknown to him rose, yet he felt no pain or discomfort from it.

“I don't remember this from father's words. What is this heat?” Allan wondered after a few minutes of this feeling being much clearer than the last.

There was no fear in his actions. Only a pinch of wariness. He experienced way too many weird and strange happenings since his disappearance from his world.

Since there was no pain, Allan continued with his action. Sometimes increasing the pace of breaths, other times inhaling the air slower. It could all seem very strange to the eye of the ignorant. It was only the breathing of air, after all.

But sometimes, appearance could conceal the true purpose and activities. Allan knew that this would calm his mind whenever he felt some sort of pressure. That was a common thing at this point after he started doing them here, after not finding them worth it before. It was enough for him to process it like that. It was unfortunate, that Clayton did not teach him much at all for some reason.

Right now, Allan expressed his full willingness to go all out with trying his method. It didn't feel good or bad. It was a stance of calmness, but the heat kept his mind sharp and revolving. Maybe even a bit energized and powerful if he is too honest with his words.

In a bit of time, Sarey poked her head around the door into his forge. She went according to their 1-hour system if Zigmund was around.

She glanced at Allan, who was sitting by a furnace on the ground. Intersected feet and hands across them. His breathing was somewhat strange and catchy to the ears. Sarey moved forward without politeness.

“Huh? This heat? The furnace is going? No?! No! Is it happening once more? Even without my treatment?” Sarey exclaimed as she was a few meters before him. She realized what sort of thing was happening right away. Forcing her way into his proximity, she was drenched in sweat and worry.

Grabbing his face, she couldn't do it. Only a little poke into him.

Allan, like a piece of paper, fell to his back. His breathing had not stopped.

“Allan!” She shouted as she tried to embrace his fall. Her pained hand at least grabbed his clothes, which kept surviving the heat.

“What is happening? Hey!?” She could feel her hands running through the heated moments, yet she did not want to let go.

All of sudden, wrapping around her hands went her golden hair. Like twists and strands of strings, it protected her from the heat. “Uh? Huh?!” Sarey fell with him to the ground. Her face almost hit his.

“W-what is this mess? Allan!!” She started to panic as one panic after another caused massive turmoil in her mind. She couldn't wrap her mind around this. Is this bad? Good? Since that moment in his room, how could she forget that? Her hair? What did it even mean?

But it was hardly an end to weird occurrences. Allan lay there on the ground. Sarey raised from the ground while her figure wrapped in long strands of hair around herself. It almost seems the hair grew longer on its own, or by the hear or whatnot. She couldn't understand it, but it eased the discomfort of the heat away. At least to a manageable level.

One surprise after another, and her eyes left her hands, she felt a strange sensation on her hair. Sarey looked at Allan's chest. In slow motion above his shirt, which was disappearing into the ashes, the appearance of a ball was raising up. The easiest to describe it is ball, but it was small, way too small. Like a two fingertips round. It rose from Allan's chest. Not scorching its surroundings of his skin, but destroying everything else in the process. Allan's clothes wouldn't survive this. Not like he would do anything against this.

With clothes gone, the heat traveled forth towards Sarey whose body protected the strands of her hair.

She kneeled with a sudden heatwave as the events unfolded. Her eyes still wide open, she looked at the small dot of light, heat, flame, sun, and whatever else it could be described as.

4 small tendrils folded around the ball of fire formed into what she could describe as a pair of hands and feet.

What about the head? What was it? Sarey wondered as she pushed herself a little closer. Glancing into the figure of the ball of fire. A small opening in it formed a wide mouth. It was not the least bit balanced.

“C-cute...” She muttered beneath her drying lips. A sweat nonstop running around herself. This couple of minutes felt like an eternity for her. A taxing experience that she never felt she would experience.

As if the ball could sense something. It wiggled its hands into the air. As if it wanted to get away or hide from something. Its heat wrapped around it. Like a curtain of flames, but stronger and dense. The ball disappeared into the empty air.

“W-what? w-what what.” Sarey fell speechless as she mumbled. The heat did not stop. It was still here, but the ball disappeared somewhere else.

She looked at her hands. Heat and small indistinguishable flames were bouncing across her hair. Only the smallest portion of heat penetrated into her skin and at that point, it was like a bright sun in the sky. The ball of fire radiated the heat and was the source of everything. It even let go of small residual flames, that traveled around the room and were even forced upon her body.

There was no need to fear. Sarey decided to move her head closer and around Allan.

Into a view came the same ball of fire but at another angle. It formed a small wall which cause the air to distort and cause it to disappear. It still stood at the same position, but a veil of invisible air was around itself.

As if panicking upon discovering the same intruder, it tried to wiggle its hands the same way as before. Although, Sarey was faster now, with the protection against it.

She moved in another direction to see it again.

It panicked once more.

“W-what are you? Who are you?” She asked in shock and awe.