After almost a month of wandering aimlessly with no real destination in mind, Kenji and his group passed through a village so small and remote, that it barely deserved the right to be called a village. The houses were spaced apart, with each person having a small patch of greenery out front with plenty of room for trade to flow. The tracks indented in the ground showed that carts passed through often. The two ground themselves to a halt, eyes looking for a large, crystalline bird. "Kenji? I was wondering If you'd train me harder?"