3 Years Later..
"Okay, let's do this. If you manage to land a hit on me—you can come along any day," Dante said, pointing a long wooden stick at him, the same one he usually used to train Auren.
Auren held his own pitch-black sword, its edges dulled for practice. Dante had insisted he use this sword instead of a wooden one to get a better feel for it—so he'd be ready when he truly needed to fight with it.
It had been three years since he started his own farm with Boros. It had been a huge success. The crop rotation method was confirmed by him and shown to the whole village—a new method of farming. He didn't just instruct but also explained to the simple villagers, in simple words, why they needed to do it that way. He described the lack of nitrogen in the soil as "Land needs rest," and the legumes and millet growing after wheat as "Land needs treats." To be honest, he was not capable of explaining the real science even if he tried.
