In the scorching summer heat, with cicadas chirping incessantly, the old man wearing a straw hat stood on the ridge of the field, wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve, and gazed at the verdant Armor, revealing a satisfied smile.
Behind him approached a guileless-looking young man with a crew cut, carrying a cumbersome clay pot filled with crisp well water. The young man handed the pot to the old man, who took it and gulped down the water, spilling it over the front of his shirt.
The young man asked, "Teacher, this plot of land should yield a good harvest this year, right?"
The old man smiled and said, "One thousand catties shouldn't be a problem, not to mention how many Holy Judges and Holy Priests will come asking for it. Harvesting a bit more means we can share a bit more."
The guileless young man beamed, but then he changed the subject.
