The story of the son of the mercenary in the north enrolling in the magic school in the south

Fita hobbled down the unpaved pathway.

Armark and Zap opened the distance and followed its small back so as not to lose sight of it.

Fita walked sluggishly down the narrow path.

'Where are we going?'

Zap whispered.

'Alone, by such and such a person,'

This isn't a forest or a dormitory.

Almark whispered back.

'What's at the end of this road?'

I don't think there was anything much to it.

Zap twitches his head.

'I may have been here once myself, but I haven't been impressed at all.

Okay.

Fortunately, there were plenty of bushes and trees along the way, so we had no trouble finding a place to hide.

However, there was no real need to hide.

For while we were walking along the path, Fita didn't look back.

Except for one time when she stopped and looked up at the sky, as if to check the time, Fita kept walking down the path without hesitation.

Soon, Armark and the others could see that the road was broken off at a slightly elevated hill.

'That's where it dead-ends, isn't it?'

Armark said, and Zap nodded and stared at him.

'But there doesn't seem to be anyone around,'

Yes.

I thought someone was waiting for Fita on the hill at the end of the road, but I didn't expect it.

There was no one at the top of the hill.

'I guess they're not waiting for us,'

Zap makes a sound like he's out of sync.

'What's Fita's guy going to do in a place like this all by himself?

A place like this.

As he said, there was really nothing to see here.

Armark ran his eyes around the hill.

Even though it is a small hill, it does not have a good view because of the bushes and trees.

The road is not a square with a gaping hole in it, and no student would like to come all the way to this place.

'Wait, Zap,'

Armark whispered.

'Fita won't stop,'

What?

Zap's eyes widened.

It was just as Armark had said.

Fita didn't stop on that hill, but stepped without hesitation into the roadless bushes.

'What? Why?'

Zap is speechless.

'Where do you think you're going?'

It's still daylight, but it's a winter's evening. It will be dark soon.

It is not a very commendable act for a primary school girl to walk into the bushes alone.

'That's dangerous,'

Armark muttered.

Although it was far away from the forest, the grasses, which were almost as tall as Armark and his friends, grew thick even in winter. In the summer, the grass is probably nearly twice as tall as this and the whole area will be like a forest.

'I don't know what they're doing, but we should call out to them now.

Zapp nodded at Armark's words.

'Yes.'

They ran up the hill.

The road did indeed end at this hill, but the gap, like the beastly path Fita had entered, opened up a little in the bushes.

I listened carefully and heard a rustling sound through the bushes.

'I'm still walking through the bushes,'

Zap said.

Armark nodded.

'Let's catch up,'

Yes.

They stepped into the bushes.

As they carefully waded through the grass, half-dead from the winter cold, they found their feet surprisingly trampled underneath them.

You keep coming back.

Almark mutters.

'Maybe Fita isn't the only one using this place.

I guess I'm just meeting up after all.

Zap says behind him.

'But with whom,'

I don't know.

Almark replied.

'But it's easier to walk than I thought it would be. 'That's because it's winter,'

Yeah, in the summer, the grass is so thick you can't walk around here.

Zap nodded.

'Oh, maybe,'

Zap suddenly sounded as if he'd realized something.

'Maybe this place is just for winter.'

Shh.

Armark won it and stopped in his tracks.

'There's someone out there,'

What?

Zap looks ahead from behind Armark.

A large tree stands alone in the bushes.

Only underneath the tree was a gaping open space with no grass, perhaps because it was always in the shade.

There was Fita and another girl of about the same height.

It's a good thing that you're able to get a good idea of what you're looking for.

'That's our uniform, isn't it?'

Almark said.

'Zap, you know that boy?'

Uh,

Zap stared into his eyes.

'Yeah, it's a girl from year two, first class. What's her name again?'

You're a sophomore.

Almarc also saw the kid's face.

'That's the kid who came out when we were waiting outside.

Armark said.

He was the kid who came out on his own a little before Torc and the other three.

'I remember his face. He looked like he was in a hurry.'

So you came before Fita and waited for her?

Zap says.

'It was that girl I was meeting up with,'

Good for you.

Armark tapped Zap on the shoulder.

'It's not the boys I'm meeting up with,'

Uh-huh.

Zap looks at the two girls with a complicated look on his face as they sit under a tree, smiling and talking about something.

'But what are they talking about?'

What?

What are the two of us talking about all the way out here, all the way down here?

Zap looked up at Armark.

'I'm curious, Armark.'

I don't think so.

Almarc gives him a troubled look.

'If we get any closer, Fita and the others will notice us.

Fita and the others seemed to be enjoying themselves as they looked at Armark and the others.

They don't seem to be hiding their voices.

They must be reassured that no one should come here.

If they got a little closer, they might be able to hear them clearly, but a large bundle of dead grass was popping up in front of Armark and the others.

That hid Armark and the others well from Fita and the others, but they would definitely make a lot of noise if they tried to go over here.

'But I can't hear them very well from here,'

Zapp looks hesitant.

'It's not like I'm going to say this after all these years of fita.

Almark said.

'I don't like the idea of eavesdropping on a girl's story.

Armark looks at the two men again as they talk happily.

'We've served our purpose, let's go home.

Yes.

Zapp nodded nonetheless, as if he was sorry for the loss.

'Right. Let's go home.

It was then.

In the faintly audible sound of their conversation, the word, Zap, reached the ears of Armark and the others clearly.

'That's my name,'

Zap looked at Armark.

"You hear that, Arumark? Fita said my name.

Yes.

Armark nodded.

'That's what it sounded like,'

He's talking about me.

With a bright red face, Zap said.

'I don't know, what are they talking about?'

I don't know.

Almark tilts his head.

'I still want to hear it, Arumark.'

Zap turned his sullen eyes to Almarc.

'For God's sake, Arumark,' he said, 'I can't go home like this. I can't go home like this. Do you have anything, like magic?

Magic: "......

The image of Morgen suddenly flashed through Armark's mind.

'There are some,'

Armark nodded.

'But, Zap. What Fita and the others have to say isn't necessarily what you want to hear.

Almark said.

'From the look on your faces, it doesn't sound like it's that serious, but it might still be something you both want to keep to yourself, and depending on what's in it, it might end up hurting you in return.

Then he looks at Zapp's face as if to make sure.

Whatever the story is, you'll accept it and keep it to yourself. Can you promise me that?

Yes, I promise.

Zap nodded.

'Please, Armark. If Fita doesn't like me, that's fine with me.

Then he turns his wistful eyes to Armark.

'I can't even get my studies done at this rate, and I'm suffering. It would be better if I could see clearly.'

Okay.

Armark takes a breath.

'If you say so much, let's give it a try.

The winter breeze caressed his cheeks.

'The art of voice hunting,'