Today, Holtan stared at his parents with a serious face.
"Remember, when you get there, be obedient and study hard. Do you all understand? This is a rare opportunity to see the outside world…an opportunity to learn with the pale, blue and black tone people."
The green toned Holten nodded deeply, listening to his parents with a heavy face.
This… this was the first time that the 9 year old Holtan was leaving his home for so long, talk less of leaving the beloved Mirv continent.
He held onto his 7 year old sister, never leaving her hand for a second.
He swore that unless they were at their private quarters once in Baymard, he would always hold her hand.
(Even to the toilet?) (>w>)
…
A while later, Holtan found himself, his sister and several others selected, now gathered on several open fields within the city.
