A few days had already passed since Zombie stepped inside the little farm ran by the retired adventurer Laura.
The young boy's behavior was completely different than the woman ever imagined.
He wasn't aggressive at all, he tended to be bossy and certainly spoke like an adult, but literally none of the problems that Pear, Zombie's father, listed in the letter he sent her, ever surfaced.
Yet, that didn't mean that the boy suddenly became an ordinary child either.
Another problem was worrying the kindhearted woman.
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"Z-Zombie...! You should stop doing that already...! Your hands are bleeding!"
Mia, the dark-skinned teenage girl stopped her own training and called to the boy swinging the wooden sword at the vertical log with a hay sack tied to it.
