Ryoma sailed the vast seas of Oceania aboard a tiny boat, lost and hungry after days at sea. As luck would have it, he washed ashore on a secluded island, his stomach rumbling louder than the waves crashing against the shore.
Spying a dense forest, Ryoma eagerly plunged in, his eyes scanning for any sign of food. Suddenly, he stumbled upon a bear, its ferocious roars echoing through the trees. But Ryoma's hunger knew no bounds, and in his desperation, he drew his katana, drool escaping his lips at the thought of a hearty meal.
To Ryoma's surprise, the bear, intimidated by his ravenous appetite rather than his sword, beat a hasty retreat, leaving Ryoma to feast on the forest's bounty.
Buoyed by his unexpected victory over the bear, Ryoma continued his exploration and stumbled upon a quaint kingdom. Eager to satisfy his hunger once more, he approached the gates, only to be stopped by a pair of vigilant guards.
"Who goes there?" demanded the guard, eyeing Ryoma suspiciously.
"I'm just a hungry traveler in search of a decent meal," Ryoma replied, his stomach growling louder than his voice.
Denied entry for lack of payment, Ryoma hatched a cunning plan. He returned to the gate with a confident swagger, presenting the guard with a pouch of coins. "Keep the change," he quipped with a wink, hoping to outsmart the guard.
Much to the guard's chagrin, the pouch contained nothing but pebbles, leaving him fuming with anger. "Stop that sneaky thief!" he bellowed, as Ryoma dashed through the kingdom's streets, laughter bubbling in his chest at his successful prank.
Zigzagging through alleyways and dodging pursuers, Ryoma caught sight of a bustling tavern and slipped inside. The ringing of the doorbell silenced the room, all eyes turning to the newcomer.
Undeterred by the attention, Ryoma sauntered up to the bartender, flashing a mischievous grin. "Sake, please," he said with a wink.
As Ryoma savored his well-earned drink in the lively tavern, a sudden commotion erupted outside. The sound of pounding footsteps and shouted commands filled the air, sending a chill down Ryoma's spine.
Before he could react, the tavern door burst open with a resounding crash, revealing the furious guards, their eyes ablaze with determination. Ryoma's heart skipped a beat as he realized he'd been caught red-handed.
With nowhere to run and no time to spare, Ryoma braced himself for the inevitable confrontation, knowing that his quick wit and sharp blade might be his only hope of escaping this precarious situation.
As tension thickened in the air, the scene faded to black, leaving Ryoma and the guards locked in a silent standoff, poised on the brink of an uncertain fate.