“I was glad I didn’t get the Sacred Task to be a shepherd or farmer. Those are tasks which just don’t have an end, but ours is different. I’m sure there is a way, in three...... no, two years we’ll cut it down, and then......” “We’ll join the sword arts tournament in Zakkaria.” “What? Are you thinking of the same thing, Eugeo?” “I can’t let Kirito look good alone anyway.” After that talkative exchange, Eugeo had a strange feeling that it was no longer an unrealistic dream. The two walked while grinning, imagining the scene when they received the official sword, returned to the village, and made Jink and his gang’s eyes widen in jealousy; Alice who was walking in front of them suddenly turned around. “Hey you two, what are you talking about in secret?” “N-No, it’s nothing. Just wondering if it’s time for lunch yet, right?” “Y-Yeah.” “Didn’t we just start walking? Also, look, we can see the river now.” When they looked toward where Alice’s ear of grass pointing to, they could see the shaking water surface at the road ahead. The source of the Ruhr river was on the Mountain range at the Edge, it flowed through the east of Rulid village, then continued south to Zakkaria town. At the point the road met the river, the road branched into two, the right path crossed the north Rulid bridge into the eastern forest, the left path stretched north along the river’s west bank. The direction they chose was, obviously, north. Once Eugeo arrived at the junction, he knelt at the riverside, then submerged his right hand into the clear stream and made a rustling