Day 133, Year 3000.
Dark clouds started to cover up the sky above Bellmere. The citizens returned to their homes, expecting the deluge to arrive soon.
"123, 124..."
Drenched in sweat, Gawain was doing his daily push-ups, while Irwin was on his back, counting his progress. After the archery bout, the page was actively trying to get to know more people, and Irwin was one of the six people he had managed to befriend over the past two days.
"139...140...Come on! Ten more to go!"
The kid was too enthusiastic.
"Don't move."
Gawain couldn't get himself to be angry at him.
"149..."
A drop of sweat dripped from his nose.
"150."
His body dropped to the ground.
"Done."
Irwin got off his back and wiped the extra sweat off his pants.
"What's next?"
Picking himself up from the ground, Gawain looked at the boy and said,
"Let me rest..."
