A man sat peacefully on the tree cross-legged, the morning breeze gently caressed his hair.
The man opened eyes his while inhaling deeply, His chest heaved up and down, and he tugged his kimono to protect his exposed neck from the slightly chilly atmosphere.
Delighted from the quality rest, he tidied his messy clothes and jumped down from the top of the tree to the ground.
After losing the cover of large leaves, the light illuminated his face, the man subconsciously raised his hands to his eyes.
His black kimono fluttered after all the motions he did. Fein looked deeply at his sleeping companions.
'These guys drained their energy last night.' Fein thought.
He was about to wake them up, but after some thought, he retracted his hand.
He took the cooking utensils to his storage space.
...
The aroma wafted in the surroundings, and the rich smell of curry and egg-fried rice that he was cooking lingers in the air.
