Hanxia Creek indeed had plenty of magical plants.
But it was winter now, and with a thin layer of snow covering them, they were difficult to identify.
Panting heavily, James tossed the camera to Vincent. "Huff... once I've rested up, you're all done for."
He was already out of breath, yet he was still thinking about that.
"Face reality, James."
With a click, the photo of his fierce little face was taken.
James was so furious that he lay down right where he was.
Vincent listlessly turned the camera elsewhere.
Of course, it was a pity they had missed the autumn leaves, but admiring the scenery up close, like faded film, was not bad either.
Once they were actually there, they discovered quite a few strangely shaped rocks as well.
After picking up some souvenirs and putting them into his suitcase, he walked over to Neville and Alfred, who were sitting down to rest.
"How's James doing?"
"We'll probably stay on his mind for quite a while."
Neville hunched his neck and glanced over timidly, only to find that James could already sit up.
"R-Run!"
"Wait a moment." Vincent calmly changed the film.
When James came over, he handed the camera back.
Alfred rubbed his hands together. "James, how about a temporary truce?"
"Sure!"
Everyone had embarrassing moments. There was no need to fight them to the death over it.
Seemingly generous, he went over to find Rinne and the others.
They finally had a group photo. At last, he had something worth bragging about when school started.
Grinning foolishly, he hugged the camera and decided to hang the photo in the most conspicuous place in the common room.
His dignity had returned.
Shōdo Island had an enormous number of temples—eighty-eight in total.
The most unusual one was