The wild boar was too heavy, and Casio wasn't going to stay in Flower Road Village for long, so even if he carried it down the mountain, it would just rot there.
So, taking a leg as a token gesture was enough.
At noon, smoke gradually rose from a low house by the edge of Flower Road Village, near Berna Mountain.
In the yard, Casio was cutting the boar's leg into lengthwise pieces, skewering them onto branches and placing them on a rack.
Beneath, tongues of high heat flames burned fiercely, each lick causing the pork to sizzle with fat.
Pale yellow droplets of oil slowly oozed down the pieces of meat.
When they fell into the fire pit, they made a popping sound.
A faint aroma of roasted meat permeated the yard.
Casio had brought some seasonings, which were now coming in handy.
He sprinkled white salt on the surface of the meat, which quickly merged with the juices under the high heat, sweeping across the red streaks of the meat.
