Morning is approaching. Ran's body had recovered after walking for three days. After he packed up his things, Ran again walked south. In his heart, he always hoped that after coming out of this forest, he would find a village or a settlement. But before he left the forest, Ran heard something. He then stopped and lowered his head while holding a cap made of woven bamboo.
“Are they bandits?” Ran asked in his heart.
There was the sound of feet jumping from one branch to another among the towering trees. The branches of this tree are big, so they are strong enough to make a foothold. As time went on, the sound of jumping feet became more and more clear. Not long after, shot a rather fat man with a stick from behind. But Ran noticed it. So he turned around to the right as he drew his sword a
