Time flew, and Yi Yong had been in this world for nearly half a year. It had taken only a little over a month for his relationship with the village to grow from peaceful coexistence into such closeness that the villagers came to the Holy Light Clerics whenever they needed help.
Most of his time, however, had gone into training Tatsumi and his two friends.
During that time, the three of them had led incredibly full lives.
They rose early every morning to train their bodies alongside the Holy Light Clerics Legion. Once the sun came up, they went down the mountain to help the villagers with farmwork, and in the evening, they studied under Fushu and the other Holy Armored Ones. Their days were exhausting but fulfilling.
"Tatsumi, are we still going to the Imperial Capital?" Sayo asked uncertainly.
"Yes! Yi Yong and the others don't seem to know much about this world, so going to the Imperial Capital would be a good way for us to gather intelligence," Tatsumi said thoughtfully. Over their time together, he had learned where Yi Yong and the others came from. At first, he had been very curious about these visitors from another world.
After he had pestered Yi Yong and Fushu for ages, the two had finally given in and played them videos of cities from their Shinobi World Aerial Footage. The sight of the towering buildings and bustling prosperity of the Shinobi World had captivated all three of them, filling them with longing.
"When will our world become that prosperous?" Yas asked enviously.
"It will. Yi Yong and the others have only been here for half a year, and the villagers already have enough left over to save. I believe that once more people put their faith in the Holy Light,