At the foot of the Holy Fist Palace mountain, there was a rather prosperous little white town -- Moyo Town.
There were small white buildings all over the town, each house had many colorful fresh flowers. Every time the breeze blew past, there was a waft of sweet floral fragrance everywhere.
The sky was cloudy, and in the middle of the town, beside the river flowing down from the snowy mountain, there was a white three-story house.
"It's not bad to come for a vacation here, huh?" Arisa ate her homemade ice-cream, her feet propped up on a deckchair. She wore red sunglasses, shorts, and a T-shirt, looking young and pretty.
Beside her, Garen's little sister, Vivien was lying down, the two girls resting freely under a large sun umbrella.
"We went to all those lengths to trick Mom and Dad over here for a vacation, but we can't stay long here, either," Vivien said exasperatedly. "What could it be, why do all of us have to come here?"