"Father, how many more days until we can enter the Base City? I'm so hungry, I want to eat the fragrant, soft rice you talked about."
On an off-road vehicle speeding through a rugged wilderness, a child with a curled body and a greenish face spoke in a weak voice.
"We're almost there, it's coming up soon. Just bear with it a little longer. Once we're in the Base City, you won't have to worry about going hungry again."
Hearing his son's words, the man driving an iron beast of a vehicle that had been modified countless times, charging recklessly through the wilderness, licked his dry lips and then smiled to encourage his son.
"Father, can we wandering people really enter the Base City? I heard someone from a Base City calling us strays last time."
"Who? Who called you a stray?" The man's face turned fierce instantly upon hearing his son's words.
