The trek over to the first beacon was without a doubt, the third most boring thing he had experienced since arriving in Oak. For some reason the pathway seemed to go on forever, the hills passing by with little fanfare. Sure he could’ve used magic or even jogged to get there faster, but what was the rush in just getting things done and over with if he was just going to return to being bored at the end of it. He would arrive at the first beacon, the tall structure looming over his person like an obelisk as he simply took it all in with the same expression he had worn all day. Walking up to the top floor, he would regard the worker with some level of inquisition, the young man finishing up his work with a bit of sweat and effort. The motions the young man would take would cause a small bit of amusement out of Seika as he glanced at what he would consider a rather meager pile of wood and fuel before nodding.
“Have you been at it for long?” He inquired simply, taking the boy's shocked and exasperated look in stride before walking over to the pile and kneeling down before it. Inspecting the pile before finding it sufficient, he would extend his left hand towards the pile casually just before a small magic seal appeared at the tip of his index finger before a small spark flew out from the seal. Igniting almost instantly, the bonfire at the top of the beacon roared to life startling the young man some more. Turning to leave without anymore fanfare, Seika would turn his head towards the east, regarding the next of the beacons with a sigh before realizing this would be his entire night.
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