Nabu & Kingu

"Kingu! Don't run like that, it's dangerous! The trash mountain is unstable and could collapse!"

A blonde-haired boy, Nabu, scrambled up the trash-strewn hillside, his steps uncertain as he chased his friend, Kingu, who seemed oblivious to the danger.

"Don't be such a crybaby, Nabu! Come on, the view is amazing up here!"

Kingu stood at the top of the mountain, his red hair blending into the orange sky, making him glow.

Nabu sighed and continued his cautious climb. They wanted to watch the sunrise together from the peak, but it was incredibly dangerous for children.

Kingu reached the summit, but his face suddenly turned pale and panicked. Nabu, who was nearly there, raised an eyebrow in confusion.

When he saw what Kingu was staring at, his mouth fell open, and he grabbed Kingu's hand.

"We... We need to tell the elder!" Nabu's voice trembled. Kingu just nodded, and they hurriedly descended the unstable mountain of trash.