"..."
The young brown bear, with an expressionless face, pulled its head out of the desert and sat on the sands, gazing at the setting sun on the horizon. All around him, the excited voices of his tribespeople celebrating the bountiful harvest of Spirit Rice filled the air, yet he remained silent and unmoving.
The joys and sorrows between individuals are often disconnected.
It is the same among brown bears.
The Endless Desert is no ordinary desert; its sands, baked under the intense sun, would instantly roast a seed placed within them, even at night. To cultivate rice in such an environment would indeed be astonishing.
Naturally, it was he who stealthily planted the Spirit Rice while all his tribespeople slept, thus creating an illusion that he led his people to a miraculous harvest, which, while solidifying their unity, also cemented his position as the Young Clan Leader.
But now...
It seemed he had strayed a bit off course.
