The Ibaraki Prefecture was a perfect escape for Choso. Hills. Endless hills. Ranches and farms and enough open space that he didn’t feel claustrophobic.

He’d been hired onto a farm— it was mostly agricultural, but there were a few sheep and horses and apparently he had the qualifications to care for them and help on the agricultural side here and there. He couldn’t be mad about that.

Choso couldn’t find a single thing to be annoyed about living on the ranch. Maybe this was heaven.