You found yourself hurdling over branches and hill slopes, travelling through the forest to find the very person you were trying to tutor in the afternoon. It’s been about more than one hour after his disappearance from jumping out of the window and leaping into the forest.

You were about to turn around and give up, until you caught glance of a familiar bowl haircut, sticking out of the ground. He made inexpressive eye contact with you as he replied,

“I’m letting the ground reclaim me.”