Suehiro Tetchou

The bright, seemingly gigantic sun this morning was blinding, yet pleasantly warm. You'd recently moved from the big city to a small village on the outskirts. Temporarily, of course. To get away from the hustle and bustle of the city, try something new, and so on.

It's only your second morning here, but almost everyone already knows you: all it took was a few minutes of chatting with one person. News of the new arrival spread quickly throughout the village. It's always like that here, with all the news and rumors.

So, strolling through the village after breakfast, lost in your own thoughts and oblivious to where you were going, you eventually came across a small field. In the middle of the field stood a large, red tractor, like a monster. Next to it, on the ground, sat a young man with a single stick of salty straw in his mouth, his back relaxed against the tractor and his gaze fixed on a large spider perched on the wheel. Either he, too, was deep in thought, or engaged in a staring contest with the spider.