The next day had come with the fresh air of Tamago. It was even more filling since Lukas had gained the acquired taste from that new spice his mother tried. Lukas sat up on his bed and grabbed his book and skimmed the pages he last read. The chapter he read last night was by far the coolest. Sir Gorden had a wrestling match with Goma, an old god of Korai. Lukas recounted the match in the book that no matter how long Sir Gorden fought, he’d never submit, even to a Kagi. Lukas fiddles with the book and places it under his bed. He comes to the dining room to meet his parent and sibling and joins them for breakfast.

“Lukas it’s about time that you’d waken up,” his mother greets him.

“Why what happened?”

“You’ve slept in too long and it’s all because of that book.”

Dammit, Lukas thought. “Sorry mother,” Lukas says rubbing his eye. Even with his mother mad at him he still hasn’t woken up. Lukas begins licking at the food his mother prepared him. “Where is Yari,” he asked.

“She’s out in the market. I should have had you two bring food yesterday.”

“Is there anything I should do today, or is it the usual of harvesting crops?”

“You do know what day it is?” Lukas’s mother asks him.

“It’s Sunday. We harvest them tomorrow.”

“Sorry, I’ve been losing track of the days.”

His mother sits with him at the table and holds his hand. “I know I’ve been rough with you this past week. We’ve only time for work and no play. I would say your studies are good as well?”

“Yes, I’ve been practicing my Kaikumo and Itario.”

“Good. I know learning two other languages must be hard, but it will help you especially in trading.”

“You think I want to be a trader?”

“Based on those books you read, yes.” His mother pauses and looks at him directly. “If you want to travel the world the way you want to. I think it’s best you become a trader,” she tells him.

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Minato thinks for a moment. A trader? She’s right about the traveling part, but that’s not all I want. I want some glory behind my name, or at least that’d be something nice to have.

“Thank you, mom, but I’ll give it some more time to think. I don’t want to leave you and Yari too soon,” he chuckles.

They both smile and share a nice moment in each other's company. Lukas’s mother stands and collects the empty plate in front of her son. “I think it’s been long enough since Yari’s been gone. She might be caring a heavy amount of food.”

“You should have sent me instead.”

“She's not that fragile that you've been treating her,” she said.

Lukas moves back into his room and collects his belongings and puts on his clothes. "I'll be back", Lukas tells his mother.

He then sets down on the same path he and his sister had taken the previous day. Through the marked forest, past the clearing, onto the dirt road, and into the town of Waichau. He meets with Hina to find the whereabouts of his sister. Lukas walks up to Hina’s shop to find it half-closed.

“Let me help,” he says, helping her finish putting her goods away. Hina sold all different types of things as a vendor. From books to jewelry, to exotic foods to clothing, she could find it.

“I appreciate your help,” she tells Lukas.

“No problem. Say, have you seen my sister? My mom sent her into town to pick up a few things, but she hasn’t returned home,” Lukas asks the old vendor.

“Yes, she stopped by earlier to say hi. She’s always been such a nice girl. And you’ve been such a great brother to her.”

“Thank you, Hina. Did she head home?”

“I believe so just down that way,” the old woman pointed in the direction of our home.

“Thank you,” Lukas said, but Yari stops him with an intriguing goodbye.

“Be careful of the Spirit of the Wind,” she said. Lukas stops and turns around.

“What is the Spirit of the Wind? Is it some kind of myth or something? Mothers mentioned it before, but never elaborated.” Lukas’s curiosity has peaked to its limit. The stories he heard were only heard from strangers in Waichau and its name was used as some kind of boogeyman. Now Lukas may get an answer.

“The Spirit of the Wind is the vengeance of the gods. He roams this continent, showing no mercy to the ones that disrespect the gods. He is the bridge between them and hell. That’s at least the story that my father had told me when I was about your age,” she said.

“So he’s the one that killed those people yesterday?”

“Oh no, those were some nasty bandits. The Spirit of the Wind is just a Legend from the ol’ days.”

The old days huh? A thousand years ago.

“Thank you for everything Hina,” Lukas says before running home, not knowing that this might be the last time he sees his neighborly friend. On his way home Lukas thought. Bandits around here are usually thieves and not killers. Why would there be four bodies openly in view for the entire town but no suspects? This dwelled on Lukas’s mind on his way home through the forest.