The woodcutter shook his head slightly.
He hadn't come at a good time today.
Still, it was rare to see his younger brother sleeping in bed at this hour.
It seemed his wife had been right about one thing.
His younger brother worked too hard at his studies.
Sleep a little longer.
The woodcutter turned around.
He was about to leave.
Something caught the corner of his eye...
He turned slightly.
The woodcutter went over to his younger brother's desk.
He looked down.
A rather peculiar painting came into view.
The woodcutter's eyes widened.
What... was this?
He bent over and leaned closer to the paper.
He looked at it from every angle...
"Brother?"
A voice he knew all too well came from behind him.
Even so, the woodcutter was startled.
He spun around.
His pupils narrowed.
Who?!
"Brother?"
The young scholar was taken aback by the woodcutter's somewhat exaggerated reaction.
Then he realized what had happened.
"Did I scare you?"
When the woodcutter saw that it was his younger brother, he froze.
He instinctively glanced at the bed nearby.
It was empty.
Well, of course...
His younger brother was standing right in front of him.
The woodcutter gave an awkward smile.
"...Did I wake you?"
He had been very careful.
He hadn't expected to wake the young scholar anyway.
A pang of regret rose in the woodcutter's heart.
If only he'd left as soon as he saw his younger brother sleeping.
"No."
The young scholar shook his head.
"I woke up on my own."
"I should've been up a while ago."
The young scholar felt a little regretful himself.
He'd overslept.
It was probably because he'd gone to bed a little late last night...
He'd only wanted to make