I searched through the belongings of the man who had swung his sword clumsily. He had awkwardly wielded a bastard sword that seemed newly acquired, and he awkwardly swung it around, lacking any trace of skill. Among his things, I found a large wooden box and wondered what it was.  0

"Is it a lunchbox?"0

Clack.0

I opened the lid. 0

Inside were various kinds of fruits. Among them, large grapes caught my eye. The grapes were plump and looked fresh. I plucked them one by one. The skin, red and ripe, could make good wine. I carefully peeled the skin with my fingertips, ensuring not to tear the flesh inside.  0

The inside was moist, and the flesh was plump, with no seeds. I could feel the fertile soil and the hot sun that had ripened these grapes. I tapped them gently a few times with my fingers, swiftly peeling them without breaking the skin.2

I carefully peeled the grapes. However, I wasn't going to eat this sweet fruit myself. I could chew it, but I had neither a tongue to taste the flesh nor internal organs to digest it. Between my ribs, there was nothing but empty darkness and air.0

Rattle.0

I looked at the woman...4