In the dense forest, hustling sounds could be heard.
Swing, swing.
The sounds occurred in rhythm.
A curious fox, trying its luck, went to see what was happening.
The fox's eyes split open as if it was ready to attack.
It could see a half-naked man wearing shorts, swinging his sword.
The prey, or the man, was fully absorbed in practicing his swordplay and failed to notice the fox.
The fox remained patient, observing its potential prey.
Its eyes glinted, and it licked its tongue.
Though it could have attacked, it seemed to be waiting for the perfect chance.
The man continued swinging his sword, changing its flow, becoming one with the movements.
And just like that, the day passed by.
The fox grew tired of waiting and fell asleep, and the man noticed the fox sleeping nearby.
The man smiled and used his shirt as a cover.
"Fox fell comfy, forgetting his aim
The man who would have been the prey
The breeze went by, and the day became night
One enjoyed the training, and one went to sleep with an empty stomach that day."
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Pill for a mellow heart
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