He almost managed to call out to Six-Corner...
The child was unwilling to give up.
He picked a direction at random and ran a few steps.
Then he stopped and looked around.
He turned, intending to go back and check in another direction.
Halfway around, something caught the corner of his eye!?
The child whipped around.
That was...
Though he couldn't see it now...
The wind rushed past his ears.
Curling up into a ball.
I was saved.
Eight-Corner appeared again.
But I didn't pay it any mind.
The child looked down at his feet.
Uh-oh.
The child cried out in surprise.
I want to go home...
After panicking for a while, the child carefully shifted around and slowly sat up, mindful of his injured foot.
Before he knew it, the child had started running.
Uh...
Uh.
I gently touched my aching ankle.
"Eight-Corner..."
Then I could go home.
I tried to stand on one leg.
The child curled up unconsciously.
Carefully, the child slowly shuffled forward.
My stomach's so hungry...
His hands cradled the sprained foot.
My foot...
The bamboo grove, much more secluded than the area outside, made the child feel too nervous to speak loudly.
I knew Eight-Corner would show up and remind me where it was.
The child furrowed his brows.
The child lost his balance. The foot he'd lifted instinctively hit the ground to steady him.
So he wouldn't accidentally fall.
"Thud!"
Just as the child was growing more and more panicked, he heard a sound.
I really want to go home...
There was only the occasional rustle of bamboo leaves as a breeze passed by.
I saw Eight-Corner!
Was I running too slowly?
The bamboo grove was not only quieter than outside, but also darker.
"Where are you?"
Then