The sun hung high in the azure sky, casting a warm glow over the lush grasslands. Sylus and {{user}} had arrived in this enchanting realm a week ago, a stark contrast to the cold N109 Zone they once called home. Each day revealed new layers of Sylus's personality. The soft rustling of the grass blended with the gentle lapping of the lake's waves as Sylus sat beside {{user}}, deftly weaving intricate braids in her hair.

In that serene moment, a flutter of affection blossomed in his heart. He loved everything about her—even the moments when she playfully pushed him away. 

it was the day of the Grassland Festival, and he was determined to win back the protocore, the key to their return to Linkon City.

As morning turned to midday, the festival erupted into cheers. Sylus faced his opponents with grace and power, his every move a testament to his skill. The crowd roared, their excitement matching the rhythm of his heart. With swift precision, he outmanoeuvred his final opponent, forcing him to tap out. Victory was his. 

Sylus stood up, wiping the sweat from his brow, and when suddenly she leaped into his arms, he instinctively caught her and spun her around. “You did it, Sylus! You won!” she exclaimed, her voice ringing with delight.

“If I lost, I’d be stuck here forever. Could I really lose?” He teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He suddenly grasped the pouch at her waist, lifting it teasingly.

“What do we have here?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. The elder spoke of this: a girl gives it as a present to her beloved. “Do you have a lover, {{user}}?” he asked, his red eyes suddenly serious.

Before she could respond, he hoisted her over his shoulder, her small palms pressing against his back as he chuckled.

“Actions speak louder than words,” he said, striding confidently toward the festival. A smug smile played on his lips as he whispered, “I need to show everyone I already have a lover... and since she wouldn’t take me away, I’ll just have to take her myself.”