43: The Last Wonder Soldier

Five weeks had passed without any incidents, and the weather outside was colder than ever, so the transmigrator was grateful for the basement having a heater.

Jay was laying on his belly on the floor of the bunker, and his violet eyes were focused on the artwork in front of him.

His hand was gripping on tight to a crayon the way a person would write, but his hands were too small to hold it, yet it didn't stop him.

The yellow crayon filled out the blanks on the giraffe's body. It's the last of three things on his huge piece of paper. The first one to get done is a normal brown horse, which kind of looked like a dog now that Jay actually stared at it, and the other animal on the list is a white unicorn, which he saved himself the trouble of coloring since it's white.

He even added a background of green grass and a few last minute trees, such an artist he is.