Zephyr walked down a street on Labulaxi Island in Peach Garden.
All kinds of shops lined both sides of the street, and vendors' cries rang out without end.
Children darted through the streets, playing with one another.
Just then, a little boy wearing a straw hat appeared before Zephyr and pointed at his right hand.
He said, "This grandpa's hand is so strange. It's just like a robot's."
Several more children emerged from an alley nearby.
When they saw Zephyr's right hand, stars sparkled in all their eyes.
"Wow! So cool! Grandpa, are you a robot?" One little boy reached out his right index finger and poked Zephyr's right hand.
Zephyr's face softened kindly at the sight. "Yes, Grandpa's hand is a robot's hand."
The children were beside themselves with excitement when they heard him say that.
"Wow, so cool." A Fish-Man circled around Zephyr.
"A robot's hand? It really is." A little boy with wings on his back squeezed Zephyr's hand.
"Then, Grandpa, are you a robot?" A blue-haired little boy looked at Zephyr expectantly.
Zephyr chuckled. "Hehe, Grandpa isn't a robot."
The children around him looked a little crestfallen.
"So you're not?"
"You're not a robot? I thought you were a robot, Grandpa."
Zephyr shook his head slightly. "Grandpa might not be a robot, but Grandpa's hand can transform."
As he spoke, he moved his entire right hand, changing its shape.
"Wow!"
"So... so cool!"
"So cool! So cool!"
The group of children around him immediately grew excited again.
They even started dancing beside Zephyr.
The sight drew many more children into the fun.
Before long, more and more children were gathered around Zephyr.
Playing with the children, Zephyr had forgotten who he was and why he had come to Peach Spring.
He loved this atmosphere. Only at