Seiji wandered through the small village, scanning for any food stalls or shops where he could buy supplies for Mari and her son. As he walked, he couldn't help but notice the distinct lack of youthful energy in the village. Almost every person he passed seemed to be well into their forties or older.
The women he saw didn't stir his interest like Mari had. Many were either elderly or had muscular builds from years of hard labor—neither of which matched Seiji's preferences. Some carried the weight of the village's harsh lifestyle in their round bellies, while others had leathery skin from long days in the sun.
"No, not my type," Seiji mused to himself as he continued his search, slightly disappointed by the limited prospects. Mari seemed to be a rare gem in this village—a beauty in an otherwise unremarkable place. But no matter, she was already his, and his stay here promised to be rewarding in other ways.
