Criança Furiosa

In the dense forest, the branches of towering ancient cypresses tore the sunlight into countless fragments. A thick, primeval atmosphere lingered among the trees. Insects murmured softly, while now and then an unknown bird called once before vanishing into hiding.

“Awoo…”

A clear, piercing howl shattered the silence of the primeval forest. The childish voice shot through the woods like an arrow endowed with a spirit.

No sooner had the sound reached them than two streaks—one yellow and one gray—came hurtling from the distance.

They moved so swiftly that they left only wavering afterimages, nimbly dodging the towering ancient trees. Yet their speed was not diminished in the slightest.

“Hahaha…”

The yellow figure suddenly halted upon the trunk of an ancient tree twisted like a coiled dragon and burst into laughter. Slender, fair fingers dug into the bark, with a third of each knuckle embedded in the wood.

Only then could he be seen clearly. The yellow-clad figure was a handsome boy who appeared to be fourteen or fifteen. His bright, starry eyes shifted mischievously, above a sharp, refined nose. His loose black hair fell over his fair neck.

When the boy in yellow stopped, the gray figure, which had been in hot pursuit, halted like a nail driven into the trunk beside him.

“You little brat. Out of breath at last, are you?”

The hoarse voice formed a stark contrast with the boy’s clear laughter and was deeply unpleasant to hear.

“Old fellow, all I did was eat a few of your fruits, and you’ve chased me for an enti