I Want to Go to Port Nyanzaru! (Part Two)

"The weather is getting colder and colder."

Old Victor walked slowly down the street with a small pouch, carefully hiding it inside his coat pocket. Fallen maple leaves lined both sides of the road, but they had lost their initial beauty. Falling Leaf City was a very beautiful city, but that was a beauty of the past; today Falling Leaf City was riddled with scars, and even the collapsed city wall was only barely repaired. The treasury funds were completely depleted, and the greedy nobles were simply unwilling to take out their own family fortunes to fill the void. Destitute vagrants curled up in the corners of street alleys, and as supplies grew scarce, the city's public security became increasingly turbulent.

Screech!

Old Victor slowly pushed open the door of a dilapidated house. War had burned away one corner of the roof, and now it could only be barely patched up to keep out the wind and rain.

"Jack?"

Old Victor called out softly, and soon a thin little boy walked out.

A trace of a smile appeared on his face, and he raised the pouch in his hand before scooping up the little boy before him, saying slowly, "I brought back some food, Grandpa will cook you something to eat in a moment."

The six or seven-year-old boy looked at the bag in Old Victor's hand, a look of longing on his little face.

A wisp of cooking smoke soon rose.

When Old Victor watched his grandson greedily drink down the bowl of wheat porridge until it was completely empty, and even licked the bottom of the bowl clean, a sense of bitterness involuntarily welled up in his heart.

"Grandpa?"

The little boy finished the wheat porridge in the bowl, raised his head to look at Old Victor standing