Aion woke up when the sun was rising, and while he got used to being the first to wake up at his home, he found the sailors that worked during the night being substituted by those who rested at night.
The frontal part of the ship was empty and didn't have many obstacles, so Aion decided to train there. The morning wind in the ocean filled his nostrils with life… he couldn't see anything in any functions, but he found himself at peace like never before.
"Maybe I should become a pirate hunter and make some money while using three swords…" Aion thought. "Living like that for a few months every year seems like a good adventure."
