⚔️Serberia

After chatting for a while with the defeated semi-finalists, Rohei didn't even notice that Air had wandered off somewhere, but he wasn't particularly upset about it; without her presence, things immediately became calmer. He wasn't in a hurry to go anywhere and spent some more time standing on the shore, looking into the distance where the endless strips of sky and sea merged. This scene was familiar to him, although he had seen it under different circumstances. He thought about how, far away on his native islands, similar Competitive events might also be taking place at that time. Having trained enough and found a more reliable team, he could have easily won if he were there now. But considering that he was saving money with difficulty, it would be a while before he had the opportunity to test this. In general, he wasn't in a hurry; he had a family and adventures here, but what awaited him there? Most likely, he would be drafted into the army, and that would be it. Rohei imagined his life for a moment if his journey to Serberia had never happened. So many experiences would have been missed, as well as skills and life experience, because here he had learned a lot and seen a lot... Perhaps something interesting would have happened anyway, but then he wouldn't have met his new brothers and sisters. Perhaps some of them would already be dead, and then Almandina and the others' appeal to Gungnir would have carried more weight, and he would have had to think a little more than simply passing the entire decision on to the young hotheads, enthusiastically heading towards their own doom. A light sea breeze pleasantly caressed his face, and the sound of the waves rhythmically lapping against the shore soothed his ears, tired from the conversations. The beauty of the water surface stretching to the horizon captivated his gaze. The muscles, recently tense from exertion, gradually cooled down. In such an environment, it was difficult to think about anything bad. The unsatisfactory result of the Competitive faded into the background; it seemed as if it had happened a long time ago. Today was definitely the best day since he arrived in Mirkoir. Of course, it could have been even better, but that was no longer important. He had a good time, got a good workout, and looked at the sea... Calmness and serenity filled his soul, which could not have happened during raids with the whole group or relaxing in the forest. Something like this was exactly what he needed; otherwise, he would go crazy from being in a constant state of tension and anxiety. Having enjoyed the peaceful scene to his heart's content, Rohei, for the first time since arriving in Illia, feeling in a good mood, headed back to the forest camp to prepare for the continuation of the patrol.