Fujitora awoke, this time in a small hut made of wood and clay. The air was filled with the smell of freshly baked bread, and birdsong could be heard outside the window.
He sat up slowly, wincing in pain. His body still ached from the fall, but the pain was much less than before.
He looked around the hut and saw that he was alone. The only furniture was a small table and two chairs, and there was a fireplace in the corner. A pot of stew was simmering on the fire.
Fujitora got up and went to the fireplace. To his surprise, his body no longer hurt. He took a ladle that was lying to the right of the pot and tasted the stew. It was hot and salty, but also delicious. After eating one ladle, he followed it with a second, then a third and a fourth.
Thus, a rather large pot of meat was empty.
Oh, I think I went a little overboard. Fujitora thought, blushing slightly with embarrassment.
He looked around the hut again and saw a door, most likely the entrance. He opened it and went outside.
The early morning light blinded Fujitora. Ahead was a small clearing in the forest. Various insects flew back and forth and birds sang amazing melodies. Fujitora took a deep breath of fresh air and felt a sense of peace wash over him. Although the shame of eating a whole pot of food, which most likely belonged to the forester, remained.
10 minutes passed, during which time our main character of the story wandered around the neighborhood, although he did not go far from the hut
He looked at the sky, looked at the plants around him, and even noticed something in the bushes. And as a "brave" explorer, he quickly ran away from the unknown noise. There was probably someone there. Fujitora thought.
After running several tens of meters, Fujitora came to a cliff and saw a large bird soaring above him. The bird was the size of a house, and its wings spanned the length of a football field.
Our hero was so shocked by this that he fell on his back.
"Ow," Fujitora cried.
But in his head there was already a much longer monologue. He uttered all the words of surprise and even words for which some people could kill him.
In short, Fujitora was amazed by the sight of the bird. He had never seen anything like it before.
The bird circled overhead for a few minutes and then flew away. Fujitora watched (from a hiding place, which served as a large tree) as it moved away until it disappeared from sight.
Deciding to end his small but incredible adventure, the author of adult books turned and went back to the hut. He felt tired, but he also felt happy that the pain was gone and the big bird had flown away.
He opened the door of the hut and went inside. He saw an old man sitting at the table, quietly gnawing on bread. It could be seen that the old man was not in a very good mood, he was shaking all over, shifting his leg from foot to foot. And muttering something under his breath.
Seeing that Fujitora entered the room gave the old man hope for revenge for his meat supplies. But he restrained himself and just asked.
"Are you not hungry anymore?"
I was surprised by this question, because there was at most 800 grams of meat in the pot.
"A little hungry, but bearable," Fujitora replied indifferently.
The old man was amazed at the boy's audacity and laughed throughout the hut.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha... Well, you're something else, ha-ha-ha..."
Fujitora could not help but be embarrassed, but quickly taking his emotions under control... he was still embarrassed and lowered his eyes.
A minute later
The old man looked at Fujitora and smiled.
"Good morning," he said. "I'm glad you're feeling better."
Fujitora smiled back. As if nothing had happened.
"Thank you," he said. "I am grateful for your help and food."
The old man nodded.
"You're welcome," he said. "Now tell me, how did you get here?"
Fujitora sat down at the table and told the old man everything that had happened. He told him about the storm, the fall from the sky, and the pain he felt when he woke up.
The old man listened attentively to Fujitora's story. When he finished, the old man spoke.
"Don't worry," he said. "We will help you find your way home."
"We?" Fujitora was a little surprised.
"Who else will help me?"
Fujitora felt a glimmer of hope.
"STEFAN, STEFAN, come out," the forester shouted.
A few seconds later, someone started banging on the door of the hut
Bang...
Bang... Thud...
Bang... Boom...
The door, unable to withstand the pressure, flew off its hinges
Shock gripped our hero, and when he saw a small boar in front of him, he was simply stunned.
"Is this a boar? Will he really help me?" he asked.
"Yes," said the old man. "We will take care of you until you are ready to leave."
Silence filled the room
Despite the brainstorming inside the author of famous novels, he did not show that he was shocked.
Fujitora thanked the old man again and ate another half of a loaf of bread, which could not help but stun the old forester.
Then he lay down on the bed and fell asleep. Which once again stunned the poor old man.