[If the world were like our small village, where everyone knew each other, threshed grain together, and herded sheep, how could anyone ever need a savior?]
[Yet Teacher Pisius and Uncle Gabar both said that one day in the future, when I grow a little older, I should go see the outside world.]
[In that case, the place I want to go to most is the mighty Whirlwind City, to find the greatest Craftsman there and have him forge a sword for me.]
[With this sword, I want to protect our small village well.]
[I do not want to go to war.]
[Right now, I still do not have a sword of my own, only wooden sticks and hoes.]
[Oh, right! I also hope that by that time, the outside world will no longer need a savior.]
[I think that would be the best, best thing.]
[This is my hometown, my dream.]
[You who found this bottle, what are your hometown and dreams like?]
[You can write them down like I did, toss them into the sea, and let fate carry this bottle to the next place.]
[Oh my! It seems the composition written for Pisius's class has quite a few misspelled characters.]
[I hope the person who found it is not the teacher, or else I am going to have points deducted and be kept after school.]
Noticing the looks the two around him were casting his way, Phainon could not help but let his old face flush as he quickly put the letter away.
"Uh, it was a wishing bottle I wrote when I was little... How could it be such a coincidence?"
After the two children left, Phainon finally explained to Yan Huan and Cyrene:
"I thought a wishing bottle thrown into the sea could carry our