The next morning.
The air was crisp.
The sky just beginning to lighten with a soft golden hue.
Hazuki strolled slowly through the cobbled street, hands in his pockets, breathing in the smell of fresh earth, smoke, and early morning bread.
Most of the shops were still shut.
Wooden signs hung silently. Windows closed. Curtains drawn.
But the fresh market?
Already alive.
Vendors setting up crates of vegetables and fruit.
Some arranging monster meat chunks in salt trays.
Steam rising from early soup pots.
And weaving between it all—
Ridan.
Silent.
But chaotic.
He zipped through the air like a drunken butterfly.
No talking. No commentary.
Just pure, floating excitement.
Hazuki gave him a tired glance, eyes half-lidded.
Then shook his head slowly.
Ridan darted downward—
Fwoosh.
Right between a tall dwarven lady's ample chest.
He hovered in place, arms folded, smirking proudly.
"Woo~ nice boobs, lady."
Like a streak of mist, he darted off again.
