Suddenly, they saw the town proper. Nestled in a valley lush with verdant foliage, the buildings danced between stone and wood, adorned with colorful decorations that fluttered in the gentle breeze like whispers of secrets untold. Vibrant banners hung from doorways, their hues clashing yet harmonizing under the golden sun. The streets buzzed with the laughter and lively chatter of townsfolk, creating a euphoric symphony that welcomed all. The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted over the cobblestone paths, mingling sweetly with the scent of blooming flowers, drawing both men toward the bustling marketplace. Children, they observed, ran and squealed, their carefree spirits darting between the stalls, playing exuberant games that echoed their innocence. Vendors, with wide smiles plastered on their faces, called out to passersby, showcasing their vibrant wares: glistening trinkets, vibrant fabrics, and fresh produce, each item steeped in the town's cherished culture. The whole place exuded an ambiance of warmth and welcome that felt like a cozy embrace, making Takumi and Ashton feel instantly at home.

Amidst it all, Fiona gasped in awe, her wide, sparkling eyes reflecting the town's radiant energy. Takumi looked around, captivated by her enthusiasm. Raiden, catching the childlike wonder emanating from her, chuckled, his heart swelling as he realized how much he enjoyed sharing this moment with them. He had always been one for storytelling, and in this magical moment, inspiration washed over him. "You know, a festival like this wasn’t merely an occasion. It was a celebration of our history and the legends that walked these very streets," Raiden began as they meandered deeper into the thrumming heart of the town. His storytelling style was as captivating as the festival itself, animated and engaging. His expressive gestures accompanied varied vocal tones that danced through the air like colorful banners. Each tale he spun was rich with vivid imagery, painting vibrant pictures in the minds of his listeners as if the stories were unfolding before their very eyes.

As they reached the center of the town, Raiden gestured grandly towards the colossal statue standing high above the people. It towered majestically but remained shaded under the sprawling branches of the legendary Heartwood Elder, its bark gnarled yet nurturing, its roots deep within the ancient earth. The statue depicted Clover & Minxy, a masterpiece intricately carved from a single oak block, a testament to the town’s beloved heritage. Clover, depicted in a graceful, flowing robe with a serene expression, exuded wisdom. Beside him stood Minxy, fierce and beautiful, holding a bow & arrow, intricate patterns etched into her poised weapon, embodying strength and resilience. Together, they radiated unity, capturing the essence of the partnership that had united the fragmented clans of the region, a tale whispered from generation to generation.

As Takumi soaked in every detail, he leaned in closer. His heart raced. He had no idea. Clover’s dragon tail, lined with soft hair tufts, ignited an unfamiliar spark within him. His gaze traveled to the gentle curves of Clover’s horns. They weren’t frightening; they were symbols of wisdom masquerading as pride. Unlike the fierce, intimidating dragons of the West he had read about, Clover's features spoke of elegance. Ashton, nudging Takumi, broke his reverie. "His tail looks like yours," he grinned, his voice teasing. Takumi blinked back at Ashton, his mind racing. His tail? A flush crept onto his cheeks as he studied Clover’s graceful tail, recognizing it as akin to his own. A tinge of apprehension settled in his stomach at the notion. He wasn’t old enough for them to show up, was he? It wasn’t something he looked forward to; rather, the thought of growing horns filled him with an insurmountable dread and uncertain anticipation. He had heard the stories, spun intricate tales about those who bore the mark of dragonkind. Would he be one of them? His heart thudded in his chest, filled with confusion. Celestial walkers, revered protectors revered by the clans, accepted the embrace of the world around them, but had Takumi ever felt that deep connection? Raised among mortals, those customs and rites had felt second nature to his kin but foreign and intimidating to him. To be a celestial walker, made by the gods to save mortals, was both a magnificent blessing and a heavy burden. Deep inside, he feared he was destined for something greater, but was he ready?

Raiden's engaging voice swept him from his thoughts. "...They faced enemies from afar, monsters that threatened to shatter the peace they worked hard to build. Clover’s wisdom, combined with the precision of Minxy’s arrows, quelled the storms of war, guarding the town we now stand in. Their legacy lives on, forever embedded in the hearts of our people." Takumi chewed on his lip, feeling the weight that such a legacy demanded. Would he ever find the strength within himself to rise to the occasion? Would he learn to honor the legacy of the celestial walkers, those esteemed guardians revered throughout history? The statue towered, casting a long shadow over the bustling town as Raiden’s words sparked a flicker of resolve within Takumi. Perhaps his tale was yet unwritten; naturally, the threads of fate could still intertwine to forge a story of courage and discovery. He felt Fiona’s hand squeeze his arm, her excitement contagious as she tugged him forward. With fascination written across her face and her dreams twinkling in her eyes, she inspired him—reminded him of the importance of the festivals, the tales, and the legends that weaved the fabric of their existence. And amid the laughter and light spilling from the festival, Takumi silently vowed to uncover his truth, embracing the journey that lay before him, uncertainty and all. This was not just a festival; it was a moment of destiny, grounding him in a world that seemed larger than life and filled with untold stories.

The cart stopped suddenly in front of a house with an older gentleman in front of it. The house was a charming, ivy-covered cottage with a thatched roof and vibrant flower boxes under the windows. The garden was meticulously maintained, with colorful blooms and a cobblestone path leading to the front door. The older gentleman, with a warm smile, fit perfectly into this picturesque setting. Raiden jumped out of the cart to greet the man as everyone else stretched and got their things out of the cart. He was eager to greet the man because he was an old friend and advisor from childhood. The gentleman taught him many valuable life lessons and skills. The gentleman's eyes lit up with recognition and joy as he saw Raiden approaching. He opened his arms wide and embraced Raiden warmly, a broad smile spreading across his face. "Raiden, my friend! It's been far too long," he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine happiness. Raiden was excited to reconnect and share stories of his recent excursions.

Once everyone had their bags they all lined up to meet Master Raiden’s old friend. “I would like to introduce you to Chieftain Barwolf. Back in the day, we were a successful team with a few others." The students' faces lit up with curiosity and admiration as they stepped forward to meet Chieftain Barwolf. They heard many stories about Master Raiden's bravery and wisdom. Each student bowed respectfully, eager to make a positive impression on the legendary figure before them. Barwolf bowed his head back and greeted the young people who stopped by Takumi. Taking the young man's hand, he opened his eyes wide. "My goodness. I guess that you're Raiden's son. It's striking how similar you look. Oh my! Ignore me chattering away. It's nothing to worry about, my boy! It was a pleasure meeting you all! He held the celestial's hand for a moment before letting it go. Takumi smiled as Henry patted his back. “Aye, we have heard so much about you Chieftain. This is truly an honor to finally meet you, sir." Henry bows and stands with elegance as he always did. Barwolf's eyes softened with appreciation as he nodded respectfully. "The honor is mine, young Henry," he replied warmly, his voice filled with genuine affection. "Your reputation precedes you, and I am eager to see the remarkable things you and your friends will accomplish." The chieftain nodded as he sniffed the air a bit. “The sight of you all takes me back to our glory days. It is my understanding that you all caused as much trouble as we did back in the day. ” He looked at Raiden who smiled sheepishly under his beard. Chuckling softly, rubbing his neck. "Barwolf, we might have caused some mischief, but I can assure you that these young ones are not afraid to get into trouble on their own accord." He glanced at the group with a twinkle in his eye, signaling his confidence in their potential. Before the man continued. “However, welcome to our village. Feel free to wander as much as you wish, and when you are tired, seek rest. Please return as soon as possible. You will all share a room." The group exchanged excited glances, their eyes wide with wonder as they took in the sights and sounds of the village. 

Takumi and the rest of the group couldn't wait to explore every corner. They felt a mixture of curiosity and anticipation about the adventures ahead. Raiden raised his hand. "I would appreciate it if you left your bags here and returned to me to pick up your coin purse". As Ashton pushed Henry and Takumi into the building, Takumi got the hint and was right behind Henry protesting. Fiona moaned, shaking her head and apologizing to the chieftain who laughed. "Young people should be this way," he commented. After stumbling into the room, the guys laid their things on the bed. Takumi gently shoved Ashton, who retaliated by grabbing Takumi in a headlock. They both laughed, tumbling onto the bed in a mock wrestling match, their laughter echoing through the room.