In the chilly and lifeless Trascal Basin of February, the farmlands are barren, villages abandoned, with no villagers in sight for miles, and the fields devoid of any human presence. However, new buds sprout on the wild grass, and fresh shoots extend from pine and cypress trees on the cold plains. Flocks of birds soar in the clear sky, while herds of animals wander in the desolate wilderness. On this lush tropical highland, where human presence suddenly recedes, nature's vitality surges like a tidal wave. The birds and beasts occupy the habitats of humans, flourishing freely until a sharp arrow suddenly shoots in!
"Whiz!"
A wild goose senses the threat and takes off. However, as it just made it halfway into the sky, it suddenly plummets to the ground. Red-haired Hunter Chabo grins, carrying his greatbow, and runs to the water's edge. He grabs the neck of the wild goose, weighs it slightly, and smiles broadly.
"Haha! What a fat bird! It must be at least ten pounds!"
