The hot sun beamed down on his rugged frame—Mochizuki Kentaro wiped the sweat from his brow and let out a growl.

The hot summer wasn’t doing him any good. His crops were wilting and catching a disease.

His temper was running thin—First, your family says they don’t want him around you. Then, you dare to run off with your new best friend. And now his bank was running dry.

He missed the simpler times. The times when you just stood there and looked pretty—But he can't have that either.