According to Sieren's Statement, he came from a village near the Boszeven forest. Like Rozer, at times he also practiced in the place where they first met.
Today, for no apparent reason, Rozer felt the desire to meet with Sieren, so he decided to visit the mentioned village, only about a 30-minute walk from his place. It felt strange to Rozer, who was usually busy daily training in magic with his father or martial arts with Uncle Staal, to have the inclination to meet his first friend, who had changed his life as it is now.
However, one thing made him uncertain, upon reaching the village where Sieren's house was supposed to be, Rozer was surprised. He felt something strange because the village seemed quiet, far from the impression Sieren had given. And he didn't know where Sieren's house was.
"I'll meet later, perhaps," thought Rozer.
Walking the path, Rozer finally arrived at a village surrounded by tall wooden fences. After entering the gates, he saw wooden houses and some inhabitants. This was Rozer's first experience visiting this village. Though he wanted to ask the adults and children there, Rozer hesitated to speak, deciding to continue his journey around the village.
Upon reaching the village square, Rozer saw many people gathered with great excitement. Curious, he decided to approach and take a closer look.
Suddenly, someone tapped his shoulder from behind. With reflexes, Rozer swung towards the figure, but his strike was stopped by a palm. Upon seeing the face, Rozer realized that the person holding his strike while smiling was Sieren.
"If you act like this, you won't make friends, Rozer," said Sieren.
"Sorry," muttered Rozer.
Sieren replied with a smile and asked, "It's not usual for you to be here, what's up?"
"I just wanted to meet with you," replied Rozer.
Hearing his confession, Sieren burst into uncontrollable laughter, tears streaming down his face.
"Why are you laughing?" said a confused Rozer.
"You're so honest," commented Sieren, patting Rozer's head.
Silent, without saying a word, Rozer felt embarrassed, his face flushing red.
"Come on, there's some competition over there," said Sieren, pulling Rozer's hand.
After passing through the crowd, Rozer saw the village chief standing on a podium and observed someone attempting to pull out a rusty sword embedded in the ground in the middle of this gathering.
"Look at him. There's no way he'll be able to pull that sword," said Sieren.
"Why?" asked Rozer.
"It's impossible. I've tried too. They say even the knights couldn't pull it out," commented Sieren.
"How did that sword end up there?"
"They say the sword belongs to the first king of the Bajalekat kingdom, even before this kingdom was established."
"Uh..." murmured Rozer, bewildered.
"According to my dad, only the chosen one can pull out that sword."
Rozer pondered for a moment, watching someone trying to pull the sword but getting thrown back and falling, causing laughter from the onlookers.
"Why would someone want to pull the sword if it's impossible?" asked Rozer.
Sieren answered, "Maybe this place will be used for a new building or something similar." As he observed someone exiting the crowd, who turned out to be Uncle Staal, now a new participant in trying to pull the sword. With confident steps, Uncle Staal waved to the cheering and whistling audience.
"Let's go, Commander!" shouted some soldiers watching.
"Go, Staal! Pull that sword!" exclaimed the villagers.
"Go for it, Dad!" cheered Sieren.
"Is that man your father?" Rozer was surprised.
"Haven't I told you?" answered Sieren, smiling wryly. "Actually, I know you through my father," he added.
"Mmhm," muttered Rozer.
After taking a long breath, Staal readied his strong stance and then spat on both his palms so they wouldn't be slippery while attempting to pull the sword. With both hands, he pulled with all his might for a few minutes, but the sword didn't budge. In his final attempt, Staal tried pushing back and forth, right and left, but all in vain. The sword remained motionless.
Staal finally raised his hands to signal his surrender. Then he looked towards his son and waved.
"He's calling you," said Sieren.
"Aren't you his son?" Rozer commented.
"Rozer!! Come here!!" shouted Staal.
Rozer actually wanted to go, but he stood nervously, disregarding Staal. Because Sieren pushed Rozer's back, he took a few steps forward. Looking around where the audience gave their stares, Rozer decided to slowly approach Staal.
"Little one?"
"Staal's joking."
"How could a little child pull out that sword?"
"Impossible."
Flooded with remarks from the audience, Rozer's head filled with doubt. Staal patted Rozer's shoulder and said, "You came at the right time. Believe in yourself, pull that sword!" Staal said.
Agreeing with Staal's command, Rozer grasped the sword's hilt, while the audience watched. Sieren gave Rozer support with hand gestures, "Rozer!!"
Feeling the handle of the sword, then attempting to pull it with all his might.
"Come on, kid! Pull that sword!"
"Hahaha. It's impossible."
"Show us your muscles!"
Avoiding the mocking gazes of the audience with their derisions, Rozer looked up at the sky while praying, trying his best to pull out the sword he was holding.
In the bright sky, Rozer saw a shining star. He thought, 'That's very strange, a star in middle of day?' However, the star seemed to shine brighter. 'No, it's getting closer,' Rozer thought. In an instant, the star suddenly enlarged and, with lightning speed, shot towards Rozer.
Kling... Tang...
The sound of metal hitting the ground echoed.
Rozer was startled and fell unconscious for a few seconds after seeing the star approaching rapidly towards him. Slowly, he opened his eyes, looking around at the silent spectators.
"Liar!"
"Not to be believed!"
"Who is that child, really?!"
Staal raised Rozer's fallen body with his left hand until he stood. With pride, he said, "Look! This child! He is Rozer!! The son of our hero Zerenia Striem and my proud student!!"
Amidst the resounding cheers, the audience shouted and celebrated after seeing Rozer successfully pull out the rusty sword, the goal of this competition.
"Amazing!!"
"No wonder he's the son of the hero."
"Long live Rozer!!"
"Uwoooo!!!"
Sieren smiled proudly and ran towards Rozer with the other spectators. Together, they lifted Rozer into the air to celebrate his success.
His head spinning, Rozer was still confused as to whether he had imagined being thrown into the air by the villagers because of his success or if he was lifted by the people due to the impact of the falling star.
For a moment, Rozer fainted in his unconscious state. In his dream state, he saw a brief history of the past. Houses were destroyed with nothing left. Fires were burning, consuming lives along the streets. Passing through unfamiliar mountains so far from home. Engaging in endless battles. Hearing thousands of voices crying out.
"For what purpose was this world created?"