Ten's small mind was reprocessing an assortment of memories from the things that happened since he met Lucy to his previous words. If anyone had told him about the prophecy, he would have shrugged it off. However, it came from 'Lucy Silver Hammer', or the name he hasn't got himself familiar with, 'Lucien Derniere Etoile.'
Following the river stream, Ten wipes the gloom expression on his face. There is no need to be sad; although Lucy didn't say the time, he is sure it's going to be far in the future — ten years by his count.
'Maybe I should look for a girlfriend. I can't die without getting kissed, can I?'
Tento finds himself lamenting over the issue of a lover, again. Looking at himself now, he sees no hope, and puts all the luck on his future self —like always. He is not desperate for a lover, but how will he look at his ancestors when he never got kissed by a girl? —He would be a disgrace to the handsome Phiri lineage like his brother!!
