Mutsuki all of a sudden found himself standing there.
He was in the middle of a green-filled forest he had never seen before. The maple and zelkova leaves were such a bright green that he narrowed his eyes. A fresh breeze stroked his cheeks.
The thick underbrush and flowers grew tall and caught the gentle sunlight. Was it springtime? The sun was comfortably warm and made him feel a little sweaty.
Nearby was a well-leveled field likely meant to grow wheat. It must have been harvested a season before because straw was piled up nearby.
His nose detected the warm and sweet scent of crushed wheat and the sharp smell of damp earth.
(Where…in the world am I?)
The idyllic world actually made him nervous.
Where was he? Why was he here?
Fujita Mutsuki was confused about everything, but…
“What are you zoning out for?”
An impolite tackle hit him from behind.