The Ultimate Host

Akashiri walked by one of the workers who was currently gardening. Rest." Continue tomorrow. " Take a load off." The old worker bowed to Akashiri with a peaceful smile, walking into the village to his home. Akashiri led down on one knee, picking up a shovel. He was going to dig a hole in the ground so he could transport a sunflower seed plant from one side of the garden to the next side of the garden. As he was about to work, Cross interrupted him. " Who are all these people? asked Cross. Akashiri sighed beginning to shake his head left and right. A lot has changed since the last time you have been here Cross. " Please don't ask me stupid questions like that ever again in this lifetime." Do you understand me?" Akashiri was mourning his fallen friends and masters. He was in no mood to be bothered or bugged. Everyone decided to leave him alone. As everyone walked away from Akashiri, a single tear leaked down Akashiri's face. He sighed, continuing to dig a hole in the ground. Everyone went in the kitchen to get something to eat. Technically it only 11 in the morning. It was time for breakfast. In a hour , lunch would arrive.