There was a farm off in the distance, in the middle of nowhere, but it was actually a small farming village. The Miyazawa Village: a happy, kind, traditional farming small community with the population of 37 people.
The village was talented farmers, they were really good at what they do. Plus, it was also a happy and safe environment, everyone was welcoming and friendly to each other—they all saw each other as family.
There was one boy in particular that stood out from the others, his name was Kenji. Kenji was one of the kids there, he was 13. Kenji had extreme god-like strength. Kenji was able to smoothly push a tractor at the age of 2. His strength was never criticized or taken an advantage of within the small village, it’s a friendly family after all.
Kenji: “Hey, I finished watering the carrots!”
A kid of the village is named ‘Aoi’ walked over to Kenji.
Aoi: “Hey, Kenji-kun, I heard there was a storm coming… Do you think we’ll be safe?”
Another member of the village was ‘Itsuki’.
Itsuki: “Oh, don’t worry, Aoi. We’ll be fine.”
Kenji’s parents walked outside, they walked over to the others—including their son.
Kenji’s Mother: “Good job, Kenji, thank you for helping out with the crops.”