Jin's fingertips gripped the edge of Takumi's sleeve as the two of them emerged from the forest. As they passed the western edge of Luvain Forest—the silent sea of trees—the view opened up all at once. A grassland stretched before them. The same green expanse as yesterday. But now, bathed in morning light, each blade of grass gleamed silver. In the distance, dust from the highway shimmered faintly. Jin continued walking naturally, still holding his sleeve. She said nothing in particular. Takumi said nothing either. He didn't think about pulling away—or rather, he realized he was already growing accustomed to this small weight. (Isn't this getting used to things way too fast?) He walked while thinking that. The morning air of the grassland was crisp, and bird calls echoed from somewhere. After walking for a while, Jin suddenly stopped. "You don't know magic, do you," Jin said. "...No, I don't," Takumi replied. "It's dangerous to have power without knowledge. I'll teach you toda