Confidential mission
Inside the rainforest, the wind gently swayed the treetops, accompanied by the distant whisper of water running down the mountains.
The crunch of branches being trodden on echoed through the tall grasses, scaring away the harmless beasts that roamed nearby.
"Why should I be after you cleaning up your mess?" The voice of a man complaining echoed incessantly in the quiet jungle.
From behind the thick trunk of a banyan tree, a small vanshita appeared, fluttering its wings and scanning the path, followed by two people: one was a pale, black-haired man dressed in circus garb, carrying on his shoulders the limp body of a child with tangled and long reddish-brown hair.
"You're a real nuisance," the man, irritated at feeling his wet shoulder, continued to lament. "Not only did I have to rescue you and sacrifice dozens of my precious ones, but now you have also ruined my clothes."