As Takuma anticipated, the feeling of hunger slowly disappeared from the stomachs of the two travelers after chewing on the spongy pulp of the hiringu turnip. Hearing the sweet sounds of the crickets and insects that populated the trees at night, they both lay down on the ground.
The omnipresent turf in the valley was as comfortable as a mattress, and the view of the stars in the clear sky was breathtaking. Especially someone who came from a city like Yoichi was not used to all that peace in contact with nature.
Gengo, the young tamer's frog demon, had found a damp spot under a tree. It had stood inside a kind of muddy puddle, dipping its webbed paws in and closing its green eyes. Within seconds, the Hikigotsu had fallen into a deep sleep.
