Just outside the rampant forest fire, there was a small hill.
The hill was gently sloping, and not very steep from the foot to the top. The top was covered with dense yellow thatch, and occasionally there were a few small clumps of carmaker fruit, growing wantonly amidst the clusters of grass, unfolding their small, beautiful flower clusters.
At the foot of the hill, on the edge of the dense forest, a few Soharu trees were scattered around. Due to the lack of competition, these ancient ferns grow as tall as six to seven meters. Their umbrella-like canopies were almost as tall as the nearby small hill.
On normal days, the birds that pass by here always liked to hop around the hill, looking for some tasty grass seeds, then leap a long distance and rest on the branches of the nearby Soharu trees.
