Before he knew it, the Spatial Gate to the Bedroom Space had been standing there for quite some time.
His companions had grown used to it, too.
Of course, not everyone was there today. Ruger's Alchemical Skiff was gone as well. Ever since he had slacked off and let Tuzel pilot it once, that rabbit had become confident in his boating skills. Today, he had even asked to borrow the skiff, taking Aisijin and Zhizhi shopping on Kurt's island.
Ruger walked out of the Little Cabin and stood at the edge of the Cliff, gazing toward the neighboring Small Island.
His teacher was playing chess with the hand not far away.
When the hand saw Ruger, it turned toward him and bent itself as usual, as though bowing in greeting. It was much more polite than a certain rabbit.
Ruger smiled and nodded back.
Ever since that day, there had been no sign of life on the neighboring Small Island, nor any sound.
Perhaps he had already left?
With that thought, Ruger walked over to the chessboard between his teacher and Strange Hand. A single glance drew him in. A fierce, high-level battle had already reached the middlegame. Ruger suddenly felt that if this hand were whole-if it were a complete person rather than a lone, strange thing-his teacher would be no match for it.
Seeing how focused his teacher was put Ruger much more at ease. At least in this state of concentration, nothing would go wrong.
The letter from Path Seeker Green that day had also mentioned a few other matters.
For instance, he was ready to advance to a Two-Ring Wizard. He had thanked Ruger again for that in his letter. For a Wizard on the verge of advancement, losing a great many memories could have very