Akagoan’s voice, rich with a quiet authority, shattered the delicate stillness of Astraa’s ruminations.

  "You may open your eyes now," he said, his words a gentle summons that pulled her from the depths of her thoughts. Reluctantly, yet with a growing sense of anticipation, Astraa allowed her eyelids to flutter open, revealing before her an entirely new world.

  The boat had come to rest on the shore, and as her gaze wandered, it was met by the splendor of an island unlike any she had ever dreamed of. A verdant forest, ancient and untamed, beckoned from further inland, its towering trees standing like silent sentinels of a forgotten era. The sheer majesty of the sight struck her to her very core, a thrill of awe electrifying her every sense.

  "Akagoan," she breathed, her voice trembling with a sense of wonder that bordered on disbelief, "where are we? What is this place that stirs the very essence of my soul?"

  Akagoan paused, a mysterious smile playing at the corners of his lips. His eyes twinkled with the mischief of someone who had long known a secret and was now savoring the moment before its revelation.

  "Well," he said with an easy, almost casual air, "I haven't quite gotten around to naming it yet..." His words hung in the air as he extended his hand, strong and steady, to assist Astraa from the boat.

  There was a gleam of something deeper in his gaze—a promise of discovery, of adventure, of a journey yet untold.

  "Named it?" Astraa echoed, her voice filled with astonishment as she gazed upon the island's pristine beauty. "How did you even discover such a place? I never imagined islands like this still existed in the world."

  Her emotions, unrestrained, flowed like a river—wonder, awe, and disbelief mingling freely in her tone.

  Akagoan, his gaze lingering on Astraa’s wide-eyed expression, smiled with quiet amusement.

  "So," she mused, the words rolling off her tongue with a playful lilt, "there's no one here but us?"

  "Not that I'm aware of," he added teasingly, his eyes twinkling as he watched Astraa drop her bag onto the sand.

  With a burst of childlike excitement, she sprinted along the shoreline, her feet kicking up sprays of golden sand. The vast, untouched wilderness seemed to sweep over her, filling her with unrestrained joy. Akagoan chuckled softly, pulling out his pipe and settling down, content to observe the solitude of the island and Astraa’s exuberant dance with the untamed landscape.

  "Have you had your fill of wonder, then?" he called out after a moment, his voice carrying a note of fond indulgence. "Come, let’s go further inland." With effortless grace, he lifted her abandoned bag, his movements calm and measured.

  Astraa, curiosity gleaming in her eyes, eagerly returned to his side, drawn by the unspoken promise of more hidden marvels awaiting them.

  Together they ventured into the heart of the island, the dense forest enveloping them in a world untouched by time. Every step deeper into the thick foliage seemed to draw Astraa further into the island’s wild, untamed beauty, her sense of wonder growing with each breath she took. Akagoan walked beside her, a quiet smile on his lips, as though he were sharing in her silent reverence for the mysteries yet to be revealed.

  Their path wove through dense thickets and towering trees, a wilderness that seemed to stretch on endlessly, until at last Astraa came upon a sight that rendered her breathless—a vast, crystalline lake fed by a magnificent waterfall, its waters cascading down in silver streams from the cliffs above.

  All around, lush greenery embraced the tranquil waters, while the sunlight, filtering through the canopy of leaves, cast a golden glow over the scene. It was as though they had stumbled upon a hidden paradise, untouched by the hands of time.

  "Akagoan," Astraa breathed, her voice trembling with awe, "this is beyond beautiful. I could never have imagined that I would lay eyes on anything like this when I awoke this morning." Her eyes, wide with wonder, sparkled as she took in the serene majesty of the place.

  Yet, even as her heart swelled with admiration for the natural beauty before her, curiosity tugged at her mind. She turned to Akagoan, her brow furrowed slightly in thought.

  "But tell me, Akagoan," she pressed gently, "how did you come to discover this island? As far as I know, Valendeya is the only land surrounded by water in every direction. After the Great War, when the Beast Walkers were exiled, there were rumors that they, too, had found distant shores, but it remains mere speculation, with nothing more than their raids on our borders at Iliad to support such claims." Astraa's voice softened, but her curiosity remained keen, her desire for answers undiminished.

  Her words lingered in the air as she turned her gaze back to the tranquil lake, awaiting the unraveling of yet another mystery.

  "Well," Akagoan began, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken knowledge, "as you mentioned, even the Beast Walkers once roamed the lands of Valendeya. After their exile, they must have scoured the seas, seeking refuge and likely found lands such as this. There are many places yet untouched by our people, but the seas, as treacherous as they are, have dissuaded all but the boldest from venturing forth in search of them."

  Astraa’s gaze softened, a glimmer of admiration lighting her eyes. "But, Akagoan," she said, her voice filled with quiet pride, "you are not like the others, are you? While they remained bound to the shores of Valendeya, you braved the untamed seas to discover an island no one from our homeland has ever dared seek. You’ve done what others wouldn’t even dream of attempting."

  Akagoan shifted awkwardly under her gaze, a faint flush creeping up his neck as he scratched the back of his head.

  "Well, you know," he began, a trace of sheepishness in his tone, "I usually go out fishing during the nights... And, as I may have mentioned once or twice, I sometimes sit there, staring up at the stars, drink in hand, just... gazing."

  "Indeed," Astraa nodded, her attention wholly captured, eager for the tale to continue.

  "Well," Akagoan began with a wry smile, "one evening, I indulged a little too much, as I sometimes do, and, before I knew it, I had passed out in my boat. When I awoke, I found myself here, brought to this very island by the whims of the sea. At first, I thought I had drifted to Tadu, but upon clearing my head, I realized it was an entirely different island altogether," he admitted, his tone half-sheepish, half-amused.

  Astraa couldn’t contain herself and burst into laughter.

  "Only you, Akagoan, could manage such a feat by accident! While the people of Valendeya fear the very thought of venturing into the open sea, and even the fishermen of Tadu dare not stray too far from their familiar waters, here you are, discovering an uncharted island—in your sleep, no less!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with mirth as she shook her head, thoroughly entertained by the absurdity of his adventure.

  Akagoan chuckled softly, his eyes meeting hers with a sly glint.

  "I should have let you believe I found this place by sheer determination and skill," he remarked, his lips curling into a mischievous smirk, the playful spark in his gaze not lost on Astraa as they shared the moment, the bond between them deepening with the ease of their teasing.

  "Very well, very well," Astraa conceded with a light-hearted sigh, her serene mood untouched by Akagoan's playful confession. The tranquil beauty of the lake surrounded them, casting a spell of peace over the landscape. As Astraa seated herself beside the shimmering waters, her gaze drawn to the cascading waterfalls, a sense of overwhelming gratitude filled her heart. The scene was like something out of a dream—serene, untouched, and utterly beautiful.

  "This place is magnificent, Akagoan," she said softly, her voice brimming with sincerity. "I can scarcely find the words to express how deeply thankful I am that you brought me here."

  Akagoan, his mischievous grin returning, couldn't resist teasing her. "But what’s the point of just sitting there, admiring it?"

  Astraa, her brow furrowing slightly, turned to him, her curiosity piqued. "What do you mean by that?"

  Before she could make sense of his cryptic words, Akagoan, with a sudden and mischievous burst of energy, gave her a forceful shove, sending her tumbling into the cool waters of the lake.

  Astraa resurfaced, thoroughly drenched, her wet hair clinging to her face, her expression a mixture of disbelief and mild irritation.

  "Akagoan!" she spluttered, her voice rising in mock outrage as she pushed her sodden hair from her eyes, her annoyance evident, though not entirely without amusement.

  "You insufferable fool!" Astraa scolded, her irritation unmistakable as she glared at Akagoan. "Just when I thought I could truly appreciate you, you go and pull a stunt like this!"

  Akagoan, utterly unrepentant, smirked in response. "I’m sorry," he confessed, though his mischievous grin betrayed any sincerity. "I couldn’t resist." He extended his arm toward her, offering her a hand out of the water.

  Grabbing hold of his arm with a firm grip, she yanked him into the lake with all her might. A great splash followed, and now both of them were thoroughly drenched. Akagoan surfaced, sputtering slightly, only to meet Astraa’s gaze as she let out a soft chuckle.

  "Well," she said, feigning innocence, "I suppose I’m sorry too. I couldn’t resist either."

  Laughter filled the air as they engaged in a lighthearted bout of splashing, their earlier tension dissolving into playful mischief. Eventually, their antics subsided, and the two sat side by side in the cool waters, their laughter fading into a comfortable silence.

  Surrounded by nature’s splendor, they simply enjoyed the tranquil beauty of the moment—the stillness of the lake, the murmur of the waterfall, and the peaceful serenity that wrapped itself around them like a warm embrace.

  "Come now, let us get out before we catch a chill," Akagoan urged, pulling himself from the lake with effortless ease. Once on solid ground, he extended his hand toward Astraa, a familiar smirk playing on his lips as his gaze lingered on her.

  Noticing his look, Astraa raised an eyebrow in playful challenge. "And just what are you staring at?"

  Akagoan chuckled, the sound low and full of amusement. "It’s just that earlier you looked so composed, so impeccably dressed. And now—well, now look at you," he teased, the laughter in his eyes unmistakable.

  Astraa’s lips curled into a slight pout as she shot him a reproachful glance. "This is entirely your doing," she retorted.

  "Ah, relax," Akagoan replied with a casual shrug. "It’s better this way, don’t you think? To experience the landscape, to truly immerse ourselves in it, rather than merely standing by and admiring from a distance."

  Astraa hesitated, but then a soft smile crept onto her face. "Yes," she conceded, "it is better."

  With that, Akagoan turned and began leading the way, guiding her along a narrow path that wound through the thick trees beside the waterfall. The air was cool and fresh, filled with the scent of damp earth and the faint mist from the falls. Astraa followed close behind, her eyes alight with curiosity, eager to see what further wonders this hidden paradise might reveal.

  "Where are we headed?" Astraa inquired, her curiosity growing with each step they took through the thick foliage.

  Akagoan suddenly halted and turned, gesturing ahead with a triumphant air.

  "Here it is," he declared, his voice filled with pride. "My masterpiece. It took me a full year to build."

  He pointed toward a small, unassuming cottage nestled among the trees beside the waterfall. Though humble and worn in appearance, its charm, set against the natural beauty of its surroundings, made it a sight to behold.

  Astraa stood there, momentarily breathless, taking in the quaint cottage with wide-eyed wonder.

  "Come inside," Akagoan beckoned, leading her through the door. As Astraa stepped over the threshold and began to explore, she remarked, "It’s built just like your cottage back in Tadu."

  Akagoan puffed out his chest slightly, a note of pride in his voice. "It should be. I built them both."

  Astraa smiled, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. "That certainly explains it."

  Akagoan raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her comment. "Explains what?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

  "It's just that the cottages Sir Filic designed were so refined, so elegantly crafted, and then… well, yours were… shall we say… a bit more rustic?" Astraa teased, her eyes dancing with mirth as she shot Akagoan a mischievous grin, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.

  Akagoan feigned a wounded look, placing a hand over his heart. "Ah, I see how it is! You prefer the grand designs of Sir Filic’s architecture over my humble craftsmanship? You wound me, Astraa," he replied, his voice dripping with mock despair before breaking into a grin.

  Astraa burst into laughter, amused by his irritation. "Oh, don’t be cross! I must admit, whether in Tadu or here, you do have an undeniable gift for selecting the most stunning locations to build your cottages," she added, her tone softening with genuine admiration.

  Together, they turned to gaze out the window at the majestic waterfall and the serene lake beyond, the beauty of the scene almost too perfect to be real.

  The cozy warmth of the cottage wrapped around them as they settled in. Suddenly, Akagoan rose from his chair and began rummaging through one of the cabinets in the dining area.

  "Ah, here it is," he announced, his voice triumphant as he pulled out a large bottle of liquor. A satisfied smile spread across his face as he returned to Astraa’s side.

  "Now, this," he declared with a glint in his eye, "is the perfect place for a drink."

  Astraa raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued as Akagoan pulled the cork from the bottle. "And what about me?" she inquired pointedly.

  Akagoan, smirked as he replied, "Oh, don’t worry. There’s enough here for both of us."

  "You know very well I don’t drink," Astraa retorted, her tone tinged with mild annoyance.

  "And whose fault is that?" Akagoan teased, casting her a playful glance, only to be met with a dull and exasperated look from Astraa.

  "Alright, alright. How about some fish instead?" he offered, hoping to smooth things over.

  Astraa’s face brightened with a smile. "Yes, I would love that."

  Akagoan hesitated for a moment before admitting, "But there’s one small problem—I can’t cook."

  Astraa chuckled softly. "Well, I can cook. But where, pray tell, are you going to find these fish?"

  With a smug expression, Akagoan looked at her as if she had asked the most obvious question in the world.

  "Have you forgotten where we are and who you're with?" he quipped. "How about this—you gather some wood to start a fire, and I’ll fetch us the fish."

  "Very well!" she exclaimed, her excitement renewed as they each set off to complete their respective tasks. The cottage soon bustled with the lively sounds of their preparations, as the two of them, surrounded by the warmth of their rustic haven, embraced the simple pleasures of their newfound sanctuary.

  Astraa swiftly set about scouring Akagoan’s cabin for any tools that might aid her in gathering firewood, while Akagoan himself ventured out to secure their evening meal.

  With a steady determination, she made her way through the dense, unfamiliar vegetation, seeking out the perfect wood for the fire. Though the task at hand seemed simple, her thoughts lingered more on the shared meal that awaited them than on the mere act of gathering supplies. It wasn’t the prospect of eating the fish that thrilled her, but rather the idea of enjoying it in Akagoan’s company.

  A gentle smile played upon her lips as she worked, cutting down branches and gathering kindling with surprising vigor. What might have been a laborious task became a source of unexpected joy, for she found herself content, even happy, in doing something for Akagoan—something she had never done for another before.

  As the rhythmic sound of her work filled the quiet forest, Astraa gradually began to realize that her feelings for Akagoan went far beyond mere friendship or acquaintance. There was a tenderness growing in her heart, an affection that had taken root without her even noticing, now blossoming in the quiet moments of shared labor and companionship.

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  After some time, Akagoan returned to the shore, a sizable catch slung over his shoulder. As he approached the cabin, his gaze fell upon Astraa, who was seated on the ground, diligently preparing the firewood. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he watched her, noting the energy and care she put into the task.

  "I'm back," Akagoan announced, breaking the quiet.

  Astraa looked up, her face alight with excitement as she caught sight of his impressive catch.

  "The blue-crowned fish! Thank you, Akagoan," she said, her voice filled with genuine gratitude.

  Akagoan paused, slightly taken aback by her appreciation.

  For him, fishing was second nature, a routine task he hardly thought twice about. Yet here was Astraa, whose hands were more accustomed to finer work, gathering wood, tending to the fire, and preparing a meal as though it were a labor of love. He felt a strange stirring of gratitude within himself, realizing that it was he who should be offering thanks, not her.

  "It's nothing, truly," Akagoan replied, his voice softer than usual. "But thank you, Astraa, for gathering the wood while I was gone."

  "Oh, think nothing of it. I truly enjoyed doing this," Astraa replied with a warm, genuine smile as she accepted the fish from Akagoan’s hands.

  With a delicate yet purposeful touch, she began slicing the fish, using some herbs she had gathered earlier to season it. Akagoan stood back, watching her closely, noting how meticulous her movements were, and how the simple act of cooking seemed to be an entirely new endeavor for her. He couldn’t help but admire the quiet determination in her smile, the way she brushed her hair back and tucked it behind her ears, and the gleam of excitement in her eyes as she busied herself with the task.

  As he watched her prepare their meal, something within him stirred—feelings within him began to surface, ignited by this simple, shared moment.

  After some time spent grilling the fish, seasoned with the finest care, Akagoan and Astraa settled outside the cabin, the warm glow of the fire flickering in contrast to the soothing, ever-present murmur of the nearby waterfall.

  Astraa, with a careful hand, served Akagoan a delicate slice of the fish before taking one for herself. As Akagoan poured himself a drink, he looked forward to the first taste of their shared effort.

  "This is the first time I’ve ever cooked entirely on my own," Astraa admitted, a touch of nervousness coloring her words. "I usually just help my grandmother. I’m sure it won’t be as good as Lady Sila’s cooking, but... let me know what you think," she added, her gaze fixed on Akagoan as he took that first bite, her anticipation clear.

  Akagoan paused for a moment, savoring the taste, aware of Astraa's hopeful eyes upon him.

  Savoring the crispness of the fish, Akagoan chewed thoughtfully before exclaiming, "Astraa!"

  "Yes, Akagoan?" she replied, her voice soft and inquisitive.

  "This fish—it is truly remarkable! I love it. I genuinely do," he declared, a broad smile illuminating his features.

  "Really?" Astraa responded, her eyes brightening with delight. "Let me have a taste as well."

  As she took a bite, however, a subtle wave of disappointment washed over her.

  Though the fish was cooked to perfection, it lacked the culinary finesse of Lady Sila's masterpieces and did not quite compare to the other delicacies she had enjoyed in Tadu.

  She glanced at Akagoan, who seemed completely unfazed by her inner turmoil and urged her to continue eating.

  "What are you staring at? Don’t dawdle—eat up, or I shall finish the rest myself," Akagoan playfully threatened, relishing another piece of the fish with evident enjoyment.

  In that quiet moment, Astraa felt a surge of emotion. Despite the fish not meeting her high expectations, Akagoan's genuine praise and heartfelt words rendered all her efforts profoundly meaningful.

  As they continued to enjoy their meal, Akagoan gradually drew closer to Astraa. She cast him a sidelong glance, noting the effects of the liquor in his manner.

  "Astraa," he murmured softly, his voice tinged with the warmth of their shared indulgence.

  "Yes, Akagoan?" she responded, her voice gentle.

  "You see," Akagoan began, his gaze steady and earnest, "I brought you here with the intent of offering you a memorable experience, a piece of joy to carry back from Tadu.

  Yet, as I sit here with you, I realize that you have gifted me with something truly unforgettable. Until now, my visits here were solitary, spent in quiet contemplation of the beauty around me. But now, with you by my side, a drink in hand, and a splendid meal, I find myself blessed beyond measure. Thank you, Astraa," he said, his eyes meeting hers with an unexpected tenderness, revealing a depth of feeling he had not anticipated.

  Akagoan’s words stirred a tumult of emotions within Astraa, awakening a profound awareness of the contentment and joy she felt in his presence. The realization settled deeply within her as their eyes met, an unspoken connection passing between them.

  As Akagoan spoke with genuine gratitude and sincerity, Astraa found herself unable to look away, enchanted by the warmth that enveloped them.

  Suddenly jolted back to reality, Astraa offered with a hint of nervousness, "Would you care for more fish?"

  Akagoan, momentarily disoriented, responded with a slight hesitation, "Um, not just yet. Perhaps in a little while," and then busied himself with his pipe, seeking to temper the intensity of the emotions that had surfaced.

  Astraa, turning her gaze away, couldn’t help but smile at the endearing sight of Akagoan as he strove to regain his composure.

  As the setting sun bathed the landscape in its golden hue, Akagoan and Astraa sat in serene companionship, savoring the profound silence that enveloped them.

  Akagoan, with his pipe gently puffing, and Astraa, seated close beside him, both felt the weight of an unspoken bond—a connection so deep and genuine that neither wished to disrupt it. The tranquil atmosphere was filled with the gentle sounds of nature and the warm glow of the fire, creating a cocoon of shared peace.

  In this tranquil moment, Astraa found herself reflecting upon her own journey. She had always been driven by an unwavering determination to become a formidable warrior, maintaining a deliberate distance from those around her, even among her fellow trainees.

  Yet now, with Akagoan by her side, she felt liberated from the constraints she had long imposed upon herself. For the first time, her warrior persona faded into the background, and she allowed herself to simply exist in the present, cherishing the connection she was building with him. She silently wished that this moment, so rich with serenity and connection, might stretch on into eternity.

  Within Akagoan’s heart, emotions swirled with increasing intensity. Astraa, a woman he had long held in high esteem for her strength, skill in combat, and deep compassion, now stirred feelings that transcended mere admiration.

  In her presence, he found a confidante, someone with whom he could unburden himself, revealing both his joys and vulnerabilities. He yearned for her company, wishing that this profound connection might extend beyond the fleeting serenity of the present night.

  As they basked in the harmonious silence that cocooned them, Astraa's voice gently pierced the calm. "Akagoan."

  Startled from his reverie, Akagoan responded with a hesitant, "Huh?"

  Astraa's playful smirk betrayed her amusement at his momentary disorientation. "What is it, Astraa?" he inquired, a warm smile gracing his lips.

  With a teasing tone, she remarked, "You've been unusually quiet for quite some time. I was merely checking to see if you had dozed off."

  Akagoan, with a soft chuckle, replied, "Given the enchantment of this setting, sleep is the furthest thing from my mind."

  Feeling the magic of the moment, Astraa expressed her heartfelt gratitude, "This evening is truly magical. Thank you, Akagoan, for orchestrating such a memorable experience."

  As the firelight cast its dancing shadows about them, Astraa spoke with a depth of emotion that belied the brief span of their acquaintance.

  "Akagoan," she began, her voice reflecting a profound sincerity, "though our time together has been but a few weeks, it feels as though I have known you for an eternity. The trust I have found with you is a novel experience for me.

  I am not accustomed to forging such close connections so swiftly, yet I have come to genuinely cherish your presence."

  Akagoan, momentarily caught off guard by her heartfelt revelation, offered a tender smile, silently affirming that he, too, harbored feelings akin to hers.

  Encouraged by the warmth of their exchange, Astraa continued, her tone imbued with earnestness. "I wish that others in Tadu could see you as I do. If only you would set aside your pretense and reveal your true self to them," she said, her words tinged with a longing for authenticity and genuine understanding.

  Akagoan met her gaze with an attentive and contemplative expression, listening intently to the sincerity of her words.

  "I comprehend why you don this facade," Astraa remarked, shifting to face Akagoan directly. "It is clear you guard your trust cautiously, wary of being exploited. Yet, how can you discern who might take advantage of you from those who could genuinely care for you if you never allow anyone to enter your inner circle?" Her gaze was steady, seeking an answer within Akagoan’s response.

  With a gentle smile, Akagoan placed his pipe aside and began to convey his thoughts.

  "Astraa, though you have been among us only a few weeks, you have witnessed the daily struggles these people endure. Many are burdened by the weight of poverty, some succumbing to the lure of drink, while others, though diligent in their toil as fishermen, still grapple with hardship. Why do you suppose these hardworking individuals face such adversities?" His question lingered in the air, inviting Astraa to ponder the depth of his reflection.

  "Perhaps the catch they bring in is insufficient?" Astraa ventured, her uncertainty evident in her tone. Akagoan sighed, his eyes fixed on the flickering flames of the fire.

  "Astraa," he began, "Tadu is the singular distributor of seafood for the entirety of Valendeya. Merchants from Arela, Iliad, and Rhanda journey here specifically for that purpose. Considering Tadu's modest population and the high demand for seafood, do you not find it curious that the people here do not lead lives of comfort, if not luxury?"

  His words revealed a deeper truth beneath the visible struggles of Tadu, prompting Astraa to ponder the implications. With a contemplative gaze, she focused intently on Akagoan as he began to elucidate the complex dynamics among the fishermen at the stalls.

  "The fishermen here exhibit a remarkable degree of selfishness," Akagoan elaborated.

  "When traders arrive, they engage in cutthroat competition, each vendor undercutting the others to gain favor. They even stoop to disparaging the quality of their peers' seafood, seeking to diminish any alternatives the traders might consider. It is a relentless pursuit of personal profit, entirely disregarding the consequences for the families of their fellow vendors."

  As the pieces of the puzzle began to align, she came to understand the harsh dynamics that governed the marketplace of Tadu.

  "You urged me to open my heart to these people?" Akagoan continued, his voice tinged with a blend of disappointment and resignation.

  "Vysag, despite the manifold flaws of the Tadu inhabitants, consistently offers them aid. He extends empathy and kindness, yet the fishermen's ingratitude perpetuates the relentless, cutthroat environment. Vysag has long advocated for a standard price among the stalls, striving for communal prosperity. Yet, the fishermen's reluctance to forsake personal gain for the greater good remains a formidable barrier."

  "I’m sure you know of my rescue by Sir Filic, Lady Sila, and Vysag," Akagoan began, a faint, bittersweet smile tugging at his lips. "After that, I found myself pulling in exotic fish, and the profits soon flowed in, more than enough to support all of us. At first, I assumed everyone in Tadu had the generous and honorable spirit of my rescuers—Sir Filic, Lady Sila, and Vysag. So I was kind to everyone, freely offering financial help and tending to their ailments when needed, thinking I was truly making a difference.I truly believed in them, Astraa, I thought they cared as much as I did." He shook his head, a bitter smile crossing his face."

  He paused, his gaze distant. "But one day, Sir Filic, after overindulging at the tavern, couldn’t even walk himself home and collapsed on the sand on his way back. Vysag and I were still out at sea, unaware of any of it, and Lady Sila, worried sick when he hadn’t returned, was beside herself with fear. By the time we came ashore, we were greeted by Lady Sila, who threw herself at us, weeping in relief."

  "Without a second thought, Vysag and I dashed into town, searching frantically for Sir Filic," Akagoan recounted, his voice tinged with the lingering bitterness of that night. "And, by sheer luck, we found him—not harmed, but sprawled out just a few feet from the tavern, blissfully unaware of the chaos he’d left behind. Yet, what angered me beyond words was the sight of all those fishermen I’d helped, the ones I’d healed without question. Not one of them had so much as lifted a finger to help him or to tell Lady Sila where he was."

  Akagoan’s expression hardened. "That was the day I resolved to show them a different face—a hardened, arrogant one. Sir Filic, Lady Sila, and even Vysag may have found it in their hearts to forgive these people, but I will not."

  “What you don’t realize, Astraa,” Akagoan continued, his voice simmering with restrained frustration, “is that I had already given them a chance—long before you even brought it up. And that is precisely why I know how irredeemable they are.”

  As Astraa absorbed the gravity of Akagoan's revelations, she sought to mitigate the tension.

  "Akagoan," she said gently, her eyes reflecting sincere concern and regret, "please, do not be disheartened. I apologize if my words cast a shadow over your mood. My intention was merely to shield someone I hold dear from unwarranted disdain."

  Akagoan offered a reassuring smile, dismissing her need for further explanation.

  "Astraa," he said warmly, "you need not justify your words to me. I understand that all you say and do springs from the purest of intentions. My spirits cannot be dimmed while you remain by my side."

  His steady gaze locked onto hers, stirring a flutter of emotions within Astraa, who endeavored to suppress the burgeoning smile and the gentle stirring of her heart.

  Yet, a question lingered in her thoughts, compelling her to break the tranquil silence.

  "Akagoan," she inquired softly, her gaze drifting toward the horizon, "since I am the sole passenger on your boat, does that imply that I am also the only person to have ever visited this island?" Her curiosity was palpable in her voice.

  "Indeed," Akagoan replied with a self-satisfied grin. "It took you quite some time to realize that."

  Astraa responded with a playful pout, yet beneath the light-hearted banter, a warm glow spread within her. To be the exclusive recipient of such a thoughtful journey to an island known only to the two of them imbued her with a profound sense of significance. A smile, genuine and unfettered, illuminated her face.

  Noting her radiant expression, Akagoan remarked, "It seems you truly have taken a liking to this place, have you not?"

  "Like it? I adore this place," Astraa declared with unbridled fervor.

  "I am truly delighted that I brought you here," Akagoan replied, his smile reflecting hers. Astraa’s eyes sparkled with the joy of their shared experience as she returned his smile.

  "You know," he said thoughtfully, "the next time I visit this island, the memories of today will remain cherished. I hope you will also hold onto these memories."

  "Hold on?" Astraa repeated, her voice softening with curiosity.

  "Well," Akagoan mused, "I assume you and your companions are likely to depart next week?"

  "Given the improvements they have demonstrated and the initial reasons for your extended stay—namely, the altercation with the Red Boulevard and your desire for greater strength—one might surmise that your departure is imminent."

  Astraa, her smile slowly diminishing, replied softly, "Yes, I suppose that is so."

  "Do not be troubled," Akagoan said, his smile imbued with encouragement.

  "We embarked upon this training with the aim of fortifying your group to confront the Red Boulevard or, at the very least, to be prepared should they seek conflict with you in Rhanda. Yet, with no word from them for several weeks, it seems reasonable to conclude that the altercation was an isolated event, and thus, you need not harbor further concerns."

  Despite Akagoan’s soothing words, Astraa found that the joy and elation she had felt throughout the day were abruptly overshadowed by the looming reality of parting.

  The inevitability of returning to her life and duties as a warrior—and thus leaving Akagoan behind—was a painful realization. The naive and impetuous young warrior now grappled with the bittersweet pangs of affection, where happiness was inextricably mingled with the sorrow of impending separation.

  As the sun descended beneath the horizon, casting a golden hue across the tranquil sea, both Akagoan and Astraa felt the weight of time's passage.

  "Ah, the dusk approaches," Akagoan mused, a note of reluctance in his voice. "Shall we return? I scarcely realized how swiftly the day has passed in your company."

  Astraa’s smile, tinged with a trace of melancholy, acknowledged the sentiment.

  "Indeed, we should make our way back; our companions will be awaiting our return," she agreed.

  With a sense of quiet resignation, they tidied the serene spot they had enjoyed, before boarding the boat. Akagoan extended his arm with a courteous gesture, and Astraa stepped in with graceful ease.

  As he began to row, he spoke gently, "The waves tend to grow tumultuous after sunset. Should you wish to close your eyes, I shall rouse you once we reach calmer waters."

  Akagoan then summoned his protective barrier, while Astraa, her demeanor calm and collected, responded, " I shall be fine."

  Thus, they set forth, their shared silence reflecting the serene beauty of the evening, as the boat glided across the darkening waters.

  As the boat cleaved through the turbulent waters, Akagoan cast a sidelong glance at Astraa. He observed a profound tranquility in her demeanor, a serenity that had not been present earlier. Her gaze, unwavering and somewhat distant, remained fixed upon the waves striking against the protective barrier he had conjured.

  The restless waves, emblematic of the fleeting nature of their time together, seemed but a minor distraction compared to the internal struggle Astraa faced—the imminent departure from Akagoan. Her lofty aspirations of becoming an immortal warrior stood in stark contrast to the harsh reality of parting from someone who had grown so dear to her. Amidst the stormy sea, Astraa's silent reflection spoke volumes about the unspoken and poignant farewell that lay ahead.

  Astraa, once vibrant and animated, now sat in solemn silence, her countenance bereft of its customary vivacity. Akagoan, stealing furtive glances at her, found himself perplexed by this sudden shift in her demeanor.

  A quiet unease took hold of him, coupled with a longing to see Astraa's spirited and lively self shine through during the fleeting moments they had remaining together.

  With the awareness of their limited time, Akagoan yearned to preserve a perfect memory of the remarkable girl who had indelibly marked his life.

  He recognized the exceptional prowess Astraa possessed, knowing full well that she was destined to become an extraordinary warrior. The stark disparity between their worlds—Akagoan, a humble fisherman, and Astraa, a formidable and resolute warrior—underscored the inevitability of their separation.

  Astraa’s present silence and emotional withdrawal left Akagoan deeply unsettled. An impulse to rouse her from her reverie tugged at his heart, yet a fear of provoking her restrained him. Thus, he chose to observe her quietly, hoping she might once again display the spark that had first drawn him to her.

  Astraa, lost in contemplation, gazed at the vast sea, her mind seemingly consumed by the specter of their impending farewell. Akagoan, entranced by the gentle contours of her face, the wind playfully tousling her hair, and the faint traces of salt upon her lips, took in every detail with tender care.

  Breaking the solemn silence, Akagoan spoke softly, “We are nearly there.” Astraa's response was a subdued acknowledgment, her demeanor reflecting a resigned acceptance of the inevitable parting that lay ahead.

  The return journey to Tadu, steeped in silence, bore the weight of unspoken farewells—a poignant acknowledgment that their once entwined paths were fated to part.

  As the boat glided to the shore, Akagoan alighted gracefully and extended a hand to assist Astraa.

  With heartfelt gratitude, she offered, "Thank you, Akagoan. The memory of this day shall remain with me for all my days." Her smile, though genuine, was tinged with melancholy as she began to walk away.

  Akagoan, standing in silent watch, felt an abrupt and profound sense of loss, as though a part of him had been wrenched away. Under the canopy of the starlit sky, he silently wished for Astraa to turn back, to share one last smile or engage in their familiar banter. Yet, Astraa continued her solitary path, leaving Akagoan with a poignant emptiness that echoed in the quiet night.

  With a heart laden with melancholy, Akagoan made his way back to his cottage, each step weighed down by the day's poignant farewell. Astraa, drawing near to her own cabin, fought against the impulse to glance back.

  She was acutely aware that a single backward glance might unleash a torrent of emotions she was desperately trying to hold at bay.

  As she approached her quarters, Lykaa, accompanied by Amara and Flanco, intercepted her.

  "Astraa, where have you been?" Lykaa inquired, her concern evident.

  "Akagoan was showing me around the sea once more. I’m quite weary, so I shall retire for the night," Astraa replied, hastening past her worried companions and slipping into her cabin.

  Observing Astraa's subdued demeanor, Flanco voiced his unease.

  "Do you not think there is something amiss with her?" he questioned. Amara, noting Astraa’s somberness, added, "Indeed, she appears unusually subdued. I wonder what has transpired."

  Lykaa, seeking to allay her friends' concerns, offered a gentle explanation. "She is simply weary; the sea's turbulence may have taken a toll on her," she suggested with a soothing tone.

  Nevertheless, Flanco remained unconvinced. "It seems rather unusual for Astraa to spend an entire day alone with Akagoan. She has seldom been seen in the company of a man without the presence of either you or Minosa," he observed, a note of suspicion in his voice.

  As the friends pondered Astraa's peculiar behavior, Flanco's thoughts were occupied with the possibility of something deeper having developed between Astraa and Akagoan.

  Lykaa, striving to calm her friends' anxieties, responded, "You are reading too much into it, Flanco. Recall when she trained with Markon alone or the previous times she accompanied Akagoan. It is simply a repeat of those occasions," she reassured them, attempting to dispel the unease that lingered among her companions.

  Flanco, however, remained unconvinced. "Indeed, but consider this: Markon, after their joint training, had asked Astraa out, only to be met with her firm refusal. Furthermore, the last time Akagoan took her out, it was due to our collective state of inebriation. Astraa had no choice but to go alone. Yet, this time, she ventured forth without informing any of us," he observed, his skepticism unmistakable.

  Lykaa, striving to counter the growing suspicions, defended her friend with conviction. "Flanco, please cease these unfounded speculations. Astraa and Akagoan have dedicated two weeks to training us, forming a bond through their shared struggles against the Red Boulevard. Perhaps they simply sought a respite," she reasoned.

  Amara, her voice lowered to a whisper, added, "But if it was merely a break, why was there no invitation extended to us?"

  With a sigh, Lykaa endeavored to pacify her friends. "Let us not jump to conclusions. We shall inquire about it tomorrow after training. For now, allow her the peace she deserves."

  Despite her own efforts to diffuse the situation, Lykaa harbored a lingering unease, suspecting that Astraa’s behavior might indeed conceal deeper truths.