Emily was utterly confused, trying to piece together an image in her mind, but she couldn't figure out what the woman meant by "tug-of-war".
"You'll see when the time comes," the woman smiled as she waved her hand, carrying an empty bowl back to the recycling point.
Soon it was morning.
The training ground of the knights and soldiers in the Red Tide Territory became lively.
It had now been transformed into a temporary sports field, with a wooden high platform already set up, and atop it flew the flag of Red Tide Territory.
A hand-drawn schedule of events was nailed at the front, with drawings and crooked lettering reading: "Tug-of-war", "Relay Race", "Stone Throwing Contest", "Wood Relay"...
Though not glamorous, it exuded a simple vibe of everyday life.
Emily originally planned to "take a look and leave," given her identity was not suitable for staying in the crowd for long.
But as she walked to the edge of the sports field, her pace slowed.
