Kim Haru was brimming with confidence.
Until, with a soft snap, the basket fell apart in his hands once again.
"...Is this thing really that hard?" He stared dejectedly at the scattered bamboo strips he had been wrestling with, utterly confused.
Why couldn't he manage to secure it properly? And how was he supposed to transition between the flat base and the cylindrical shape above? Was he supposed to tie it with string? But he hadn't seen anyone else use string in their baskets, either.
Kim Haru refused to back down and started to wrestle with the bamboo strips again.
He couldn't believe that he was clumsy with his hands. It seemed so simple—could this be one of those cases where your brain and eyes understand, but your hands just don't follow?
As the night deepened, Kim Haru finally managed to piece together a basket about half a meter wide.
However, as far as appearance went... it was undeniably ugly.
Kim Haru was disheartened.
