In the dilapidated streets of the village on Mount Hinode, a small boy is huddled on the ground, hugging his legs. His feet are bare, his clothes are in disarray, slight bruises from malnutrition are visible.

His countenance is droopy and in front of him is a worn-out hat used to beg for alms and people's leftovers. A little bandit who is tired of running and expects pity from the people —a child who drinks dirty water to quench his thirst—.