"Terra, let's go!"
"Roar!"
After skillfully taking his medicine, the enormous Elemental Wyrm took off, beating his wings as he flew into the distance.
Terra's hide had become much rougher than it had been a few years ago. With the medicine helping him enter adulthood early, the indentations between his scales could even serve as seats.
"Uta, put on your hat. It's very cold up in the sky."
A leather aviator cap was placed over Uta's head.
"Don't leave your ears exposed, or you'll lose heat faster. Tell me if you feel cold, and go stay in my book for a while first."
"I know. I don't feel cold right now!"
Terra was not particularly fast among Elemental Wyrms. After all, his elemental affinity was earth; Cloud Wyrms with wind affinities were the true representatives of speed.
Wyrms that soared above the clouds, flying through the skies faster than the wind.
Still, they were magical creatures. Slow was only relative. At least, the wind kicked up by Terra's flight still had some effect on Uta.
Not long ago, on Seahawk Island in the North Blue, an old man around sixty was tinkering with something resembling an engine.
His white hair was slicked back. Though it was winter, he wore a loud floral shirt, shorts, and a pair of slippers, making him look extremely strange.
"Bear! Hurry up, or the soup won't finish cooking tonight! You Mink Tribe really are troublesome. I don't usually make fish soup, you know."
"Yes! I'm very sorry!"
"Honestly, I didn't ask you to apologize. I just told you to walk faster."
"Sorry."
"..."
The old man patted his forehead, finally understanding the personality of this bear Mink.
The polar bear was naturally Bepo. After several twists and turns, he had ultimately ended up stranded on