The ploughshare blade cuts through the hard soil on the surface of the earth, and turns over the earth's winter treasures under the spring sky. Rui Wen held the plow rack and walked behind the ploughing ox on a small piece of farmland. She was intently holding the front bar handle while jerky muttering unfamiliar words.

"Imai. Ibai. Vasha. Ana. ”

Riven gripped the wooden handle and walked forward. With each step, the air is filled with the fragrance of the newly awakened fertile soil. In the past few days, the rough grip has sharpened the old calluses on her hands, and it has also awakened fleeting memories.

Rui Wen bit her lip, put aside the thought just now, and continued to work. "Mother. Father. Sisters. Brothers. ”

The lean ox flipped its ears and dragged the plough forward. The ploughshare splashed a few pieces of gravel and hit Riven, but she didn't know it. She wore a coarse cloth shirt with mud-stained sleeves rolled up and rolled into a large bundle. The pants of the same texture have been dyed an earthy yellow. The shortened cuffs were too short for the original owner, but they swept just past her ankles and touched the mud-covered vamp.

"Imai, Iba, Vasha, Ana." Rui Wen repeated this verse over and over again, remembering every word. "Izza, son. Daida ......"

She wiped the strands of sweaty hair from her brow with her sleeve and didn't slow down. Her arms are strong enough to hold the plow frame steady with one hand. The old farmer went home to get a water bag and lunch. He said she could wait for him in the shade of the trees at the edge of the field, but Rui Wen insisted on finishing the work.

A fresh breeze hit the back of her sweaty neck, and she looked around. The Noxian Empire tried to force Ionia into submission, but Ionia would rather die, and Noxus wanted to destroy it instead. Riven continued to push the plow stand and meditate. Even if the Empire mobilized all its forces, it would not be able to prevent Spring from returning to the land. Noxus had been driven out of the country for more than a year, and the gray rain and fog and the dull earth had finally sprouted green stars. There seems to be a new beginning in the air. Wish. Riven sighed softly, her haphazardly cut hair brushing her chin.

"Daida. Daughter," she began another round of chanting, in a resolute tone. Again, she held the plow frame with both hands. "Imai, Ibu."

"It's because of it," a voice came from the shadows of the jungle.

Rui Wen stopped suddenly. The handle of the plough in his hand slammed, and the leather reins strangled the scrawny ploughing ox. The ploughshare hit a piece of earth, and the ploughshare was pinned by the stone, and there was a muffled sound.

This is not the voice of an old farmer.

Riven tried her best to control her breathing, and let out a long breath between her lips. It's just a voice, but it's certainly not just for words. Years of training told her body to go into a defensive stance, but she struggled to suppress the urge. She didn't move, and continued to face the plough and the cattle in front of her. Rui Wen felt that it was too light. She held the handle of the plough tightly. The original body was very heavy, so she was stable. But now, she could only vaguely feel the knife on her right waist. This hook knife is not long, and it is okay to cut dewy apples and hard vegetables, and it will not come in handy for other purposes.

"It should be read as a cause."

At the junction of the brown-yellow coniferous forest and the farmland, the figure of the speaker appears.

"The end is different," the man said, walking forward. Messy black hair tossed back from the edge of his face. A weaving cloak is tucked over the shoulder. Riven noticed that the cloak was vaguely revealing the metal shoulder guard on his left shoulder, and it didn't cover the unsheathed sword beside him. He was a samurai, but not a family or precinct. A ronin.

Dangerous people, she concluded.

"Because," he said again.

Rui Wen didn't say a word, not because she was speechless, but because she knew what accent she was talking with. She walked around the ploughshare, using it to stand between herself and the stranger with a pure accent. She pinned a strand of hair behind her ear and bent down to examine the blade, pretending to care about the stones in the dirt. The blade used to cut grass roots and clods of dirt should be more useful than the knife. That morning she had seen how the old man had installed the wooden frame, so she knew how to remove it.

"I don't remember seeing you the last time I came, but I've been gone for a while," the man said. His voice was cold, soothing of servant dust.

The buzzing insects kept on and on, getting louder and louder, but Rui Wen never broke the silence between the two.

"I've heard they've brought in a magistrate, and Elder Soma's death has taken on a new eyebrow." The man continued.

Rui Wen ignored it and patted the patient ploughing cow gently. Her fingers brushed over the leather reins, and her sophisticated hand seemed very familiar with the bridle and the animal. She waved at the flying insects near the big, black cow's eyes.

"Then again, if you're new here, you probably don't know much about the murder."

Before she could finish speaking, she raised her head to meet the stranger's gaze. The ignorant animal was still separated between them. There was a long scar on the bridge of the nose. Riven couldn't help but wonder if the person who left him with the scar was still alive. His eyes were hard, but there was curiosity hidden in them. Through the thin soles of her shoes, Rui Wen felt the ground tremble. There was a sound of rolling thunder in the distance, but there was not a single cloud in the sky.

"Someone's coming," the man said with a smile.

Rui Wen turned her head and looked down the hill in the direction of the old man's farmhouse. Six armed cavalry had crossed the ridge and were heading for the cultivated fields below.

"She's there," said one of them. He had a strong accent, and Riven was already trying to learn the language, but it was still difficult to understand the nuances.

"But...... Is she alone? The other squinted at the shade of the trees.

A short gust of wind blew through the plough rack and Riven into the shadows of the forest. Rui Wen looked at the place where the stranger was standing just now, and the person was gone. The cavalry was rapidly approaching, and she had no time to look around.

"Probably a ghost," the leader sneered. "The hacked man came back to settle accounts with her."

The cavalry lightly spurted their spurs and slowed down to surround Riven, stomping into a mess of the neat furrows she had just plowed in the morning. The leading horse carried a cloth bag on its back, which was wrapped in a hard object. Riven kept an eye on the horse, and the other horsemen circled around her, their hooves thrashing the fluffy soil that had just been turned back into a cold, hard shell.

She took one last look at the ploughshare. Two of the horsemen were armed with crossbows, and she was shot immediately before she could get close to them. Her fingers were tempted to touch the makeshift weapon, but her sanity begged each finger not to move.

Her muscles were tense, and her battle-hardened body was unwilling to be restrained. A rush of hot blood rushed into her ears and rumbled. You're going to die, the blood-stirring voice roared, but they couldn't live either.

Riven's fingers began to reach for the blade.