Sherrington Field was on a mountain called Kimyoyama. Shinyu watched the area with interest. The path was bumpy and spiraled up the mountain. Most of the trees were still normal, but some others were not at all. A tree she thought was an apple tree angrily pulled away its gnarled branches when she tried to pick an apple-like fruit. Another tree sadly drooped its leaves when it saw its leaves fall. It almost seems like these trees have feelings. "We'll be there soon, girls! We'll be in Sherrington Field soon," said the policeman as Shinyu looked dreamily at a couple of butterflies that had two big blue eyes on their wings. "Not always girls. You can call me Shinyu," Shinyu said with a smile. "Shinyu, huh? I'm Keikan Tadashii, Senior Policeman at Sherrington Field Police," replied the policeman, holding out his hand. He smiled and Shinyu shook his hand gently."Fool is pretty slow, if I may put it that way. How long will it be?" Shinyu said after a while. "Stupid is not slow, you are just heavy! Another half an hour!", Keikan replied. "Pph ..." was the last thing Shinyu added. At least for ten minutes. "Just one question, this isn't Japan, is it?" Shinyu asked. "No, we are here in Kuni. I've never heard of Japan," replied Keikan. "Oh, I am not from Kuni either. How much longer will it take now?" "Another ten minutes! And just like that, in case it helps, on the way it is scratched how many meters there are still! ", explained Keikan. "Wow, I didn't see it at all."

It was five minutes to Sherrington Field and one could slowly see the city gates. The city or the village was enclosed by a huge wooden wall, and the only way in was through the huge city gate, which consisted of two doors with golden handles."You, Keikan, is that it now?" "Yep." "You, Keikan, may I call you Keiki?" "No." "What a shame."

Fool came neighing to stop in front of the gates and Keikan knocked on the huge doors, which were splendidly decorated with gold. The door opened a crack and behind it two small eyes peeked out. "Ah, it's you Keikan! I see you have a prisoner with you?" "No, no my friend. You think wrong, Fushin! I found her, in the forest of the holy stone. She says she comes from Jopan, or something! ”“ Japan! ”corrected Shinyu. "Come on in then!" Said Fushin, a lot more friendly. Shinyu bowed to the guard and then hurriedly followed Keikan. "You, Keikan, what do we do now? I have to see how I get back to Japan!", Shinyu asked Keikan. "Hm ...", Keikan suddenly stopped and scratched his chin, "I have to go to the police library on the outskirts, the city is not very big, but just have a look around!"Keikan hurried to the outskirts, and Shinyu waved after him. She looked around. This small town really wasn't very big. And reminded her of the Middle Ages, only that the people seemed to be more relaxed. Shinyu walked back to the gates "Where she met again the security guard Fushin, who greeted her happily. He and Keikan seemed to know each other well. There was a knock on the door. Fushin opened it and saw a man who was a little taller than Shinyu. He was wearing a straw hat, who half covered his face and had a cart with him on which was a large package. "Fushin, who is that? "Shinyu asked uncertainly, because she could feel a subtle negative aura at the sight of the man." I don't know. According to his clothes he is a trader from Higashi, a city in the east with which we are actually enemies ... "whispered Fushin." Stranger, who are you? ", he called out loud to the man in front of the gate." I'm just a poor trader, from Higashi, your enemy city, as you probably know.My name is Sagi and I want to give you, the gentlemen of Sherrington Field, our most precious possession. This vase, it is said, should have a spirit resting within it, which will bring happiness and peace to the village in which it stands. See it as a gift of reconciliation to us. Well, I have to go on, it's a long way to get home, "explained the dealer. He heaved the vase, which was wrapped in brown paper, off the cart and set it at Fushin's feet. He grabbed the handle of his cart again and pulled him behind him. Fushin tore the brown paper off the vase and saw that the dark blue vase was completely chained. Sagi, or whatever, why are there so many chains on this vase? "Shinyu called after the man. The man hadn't gotten very far yet, as if he had run extra slowly, as if he had been waiting for this reaction. He shouted:" Oh, that's simple! As soon as one takes off the chains, the mind is set free.And in the place where it was freed, it will stay forever! "The dealer turned around and went on his way again." Man, oh man, that sounds really good, doesn't it Shinyu? ", Fushin laughed." Yes, great ... ", Shinyu mumbled. She wanted to explore the city from front to back. The first three or four houses seemed to be residential buildings, because almost everywhere women or men sat on the stone terrace or in the The fifth house piqued her interest: it was right next to the market square, where there were many different shops and the "fountain of happiness." The gold engraving on the sign hanging above the shop was already peeling off and the door It didn't seem to be the newest either. Shinyu pushed open the door, which creaked like it was ripe for the trash. The doorbell rang as she stepped over the purple mat. A young man, twenty at most, probably younger, came out of it Back room. "Tach too! I'm Kami, the intern here! "he greeted her.There were jars and caskets all over the shop. "Hello, my name is Shinyu," Shinyu said with a loving smile on his face. She walked as sleek as a cat to a pedestal on which there were some chests with the inscription "Casket of the Sacred Stone". "Kami, what are they supposed to be for?" Shinyu asked, still smiling. Kami scratched his head and then said, "My master Jidai - Okure says there is an ancient legend. Do you want to hear it?" Shinyu nodded. "Then we should go somewhere else ... Are you coming to the café across the street?" Kami nodded his head in the direction of the café across the street. "Yes, of course. But it is definitely still full, why don't you just tell me here?" "I can't just let such a pretty girl sit between dusty books and vessels," he replied with a broad grin . "Haha, I'm not afraid of dust, you apparently are, right?" Shinyu ran his finger over the dusty counter and blew the dust in his face, "Are you coming?"In contrast to the shop of Jidai - Okure and Kami, the sign of this café was as new as it was on the first day. It said in colored letters: "Resutoran reshipi" "May I ask?" Said Kami, pushing a chair away from the table for Shinyu. "Why don't you actually sit down?" Asked Shinyu, who had already sat down a long time ago. "Huh ...?" Kami looked at her puzzled, but then sat down quickly. A waiter who was dressed all in black and only wore a white apron asked them what they were going to take. "I would like a Kohi-Furoto, with a lot of Kuri please!" Said Shinyu, after she had studied the map carefully. She put the card down and put her hands on her lap. "I would like ramen." The waitress disappeared quickly and Shinyu asked disgusted: "You want to eat that? Have fun ..." The waiter was back as quickly as he was gone and came with two trays. "Thank you very much," Shinyu accepted the iced coffee with a friendly smile and began sucking on the straw.Kami took his order and asked Shinyu: “What's so disgusting about that?” “That makes you fat,” Shinyu replied, “And I have to take care of my figure.” Huh…? I once had a friend who thought the same way. It's been a bit longer. Two years or so, even if I still think of her today. Now why are we here. The legend of the sacred stone:
It is said that once there was only one king left from a battle. That was how terrible the battle for the land of Rezu was. The belongings as well as the houses and palaces were destroyed. The ruins of Rezu still lie between Kuni and Tokoro today. The only booty the king could take with him was his life. And the holy stone. He was so fascinated by the sight that he kept it well hidden. His wife became suspicious and stabbed him to death that night because she thought he was having an affair with a servant. However, because she was reading his diary, it turned out that he just admired the stone more than she did.When his wife looked at the stone she wept for her husband, and when a few tears fell on the stone, the king came down from heaven alive again. Since then it has been said that the stone has magical powers. When the king knew that his wife had the secret of how to make all his wishes come true, he hid the stone in this forest. He dug a hole in which he had hidden the stone in a box. The stone has both positive and negative powers. If you had built your whole life on this stone, the stone would make life collapse. However, if you only wanted to have your heart's desire fulfilled, the stone would fulfill this wish for you. To curb the negative forces, the king had a box built by one of the gods of blacksmithing. This box, made of clay and iron, was allegedly burned with the fire of Kashikoi, the very highest dragon, who is perhaps even more powerful than the gods, and thus also blessed.But before the king went to bury the box and its contents, the queen exchanged the boxes because she found them so beautiful. So the king buried the wrong box, but with the right stone, and the negative forces that were only destroyed by the box emerged again, forcing the king to take his own life and his wife. And exactly at this point, where the king had buried the box, a huge tree came out. After a week it was bigger than all the other trees and the box with the stone fell out of its crown. The box was already rotted, but the stone is still there today as it was three or four years ago. There was also a note. I quote: This stone has only brought me bad luck, if you do not want to die, do your best to get rid of it. Believe me, as