Son-join finished his training that day and was proud of himself. Infect, it was the first time that he had ever gone training by himself and with no one forcing him to do so.
He passed by the Grand Witch's hut and thought about Nala. No one had seen her for a long time. He passed by Stunga workshop and saw the tall man who was hunched over, busy with his new projects.
As he walked, he noticed that many of those who would be around the village doing certain jobs were not that day.
That was when he came across Imka, the old hunter who can set up cursed traps in seconds. It was an ability many wished to have, even Son-join.
"Awe, young man. What is this?"
Imka said after seeing the sweat from Son-join.
"Have you been cursed?"
The old man said jokingly.
"You? Training on your own. There must be something wrong. Is it going to rain today?"