The southern region of Blackboard City.
City outskirts.
By a vast and mighty river, at a remote spot by the riverside.
A black-haired young man, slightly over ten years of age, kicked away pebbles with each step, casually walking around along the riverside. He didn't seem to be over the age of sixteen appearance-wise. The young boy's face was filled with helplessness.
He saw there was no one in his immediate surroundings, and couldn't help but speak out.
"Master Red Moon, did you find the thing you were looking for?"
"Hush now! What's the rush?" an irritated voice scolded next to his ear.
"But we've been walking around for half an hour. What about returning home? We're definitely going to be late again," the young boy felt even more helpless now. He looked at the bakery uniform he was still wearing, "I heard in recent news that many thugs run amok here. It would be troublesome if we encountered them!"
