"You can swim? Even better."
"Looks like you're well suited to join an expedition team. Working in the city is safe, but you earn very little food—barely enough to keep from starving. Eating your fill is out of the question."
"Joining an expedition team is dangerous, but the rewards are great too."
"Really?" Absolute Boundary yawned.
"Let me take a look at this field first."
Absolute Boundary walked into the field, where several elderly men were bent over, seemingly inspecting the crops.
The moment they saw Absolute Boundary enter, they immediately frowned. "Hey, young man, watch where you step. Don't trample anything. Every single plant here embodies our hard work—it's the hope of the entire city."
Seeing that they were angry, the soldier hurriedly explained, "This little brother said he knows farming too. The fields here have been having problems, so I thought I'd have him take a look."
"Him?" The old men sized up Absolute Boundary, especially his smooth chin. A boy with no beard couldn't be trusted with serious work.
He was obviously so young. What could he possibly know about farming?
"Go, go, go. Have him carry sacks or move rocks."
"What could a kid his age know about farming?"
The old man stroked his beard and waved them away. "Go on, don't disturb us."
Absolute Boundary crouched down, grabbed a handful of soil, and rubbed it between his fingers. "Oh, this is the problem."
He began working on it.
The old men were so angry that their beards bristled and their eyes widened. "Hey, you brat! Do you even know what you're doing, just putting your hands on it?"
"If you damage the seedlings, even your life won't be enough to compensate for it!"
They rushed over, intending to stop Absolute Boundary, but as they watched,