In the densely vegetated area there was an overwhelming silence, which was only broken by the crackling of the fire, which burned in the middle of the night in the Senyoko forest and made the trees cast creepy shadows while it lit everything a little. In the twilight, night sky stood the full moon, which reaffirmed the light, whereby the twinkling stars did the same. At the moment there weren't many clouds covering the canopy of stars, which is why the night was clear and calm, with a few birds that were still awake chirping and looking around eagerly as they hopped from branch to branch and looked at the black-haired man in amazement and curiosity There was fire, the flames of which slowly threatened to go out after a cool gust of wind. The person hardly noticed this at first, as their attention was currently only devoted to their thoughts, in which they had become entangled. Only when it got colder and the figure, which was dressed in a white, thin, but still warm kimono, then shivered, did she look up to see that only light billows of smoke rose from the wood that was still burning . Sighing softly, he got up to look for new firewood, which should again provide warmth for the rest of the night. The young man's gaze was still directed to the floor, thinking hard and clutching his arm and lifting his sleeve slightly to look at the symbol on his arm. On this a black circle was depicted, which was surrounded by three tomoe, which pointed with their point inwards. A barely audible sigh escaped the black-haired man, whereby one could see his transparent, rather breathy breath through the cold, which quickly dissolved in the air again. After a few moments he had collected the firewood and brought it back to its storage place, whereupon he laid the wood on the floor and concentrated.His hands ignited for a few seconds in blazing fire, which quickly fell silent and revealed fans. There were two of them, one of which he held in one hand each and then swung them towards the firewood, where a flame opened up with a low roar, which continued to spread until it had finally grown in size and burned peacefully, like even the little fire, which the black-haired man had looked at before. Again he sat down on the slightly damp meadow, which was as hard as a beaten path. Since many Nyagumu roamed here during the day, that was not very surprising either. The rather petite, medium-sized, cat-like creatures had long, rounded ears and a not exactly short tail with a kind of bell on them; at least the ones kept as pets. The wild Nyagumu, on the other hand, only had a ball-shaped tail end, which wagged happily in the air while they chased each other playfully through the prairies and meowed in front of them. They also had a high-pitched voice that, while hissing, was unbearable and ached in the ears. But when they purred cuddly, their pitch dropped, making them sound meek and tender. After a few moments the figure yawned, holding its hand over its mouth, and looked up at the starry sky. It was better if he went to sleep now, as it was already late, which is why he made his night's camp. It didn't take long before the tent was pitched and the fire was extinguished by moving the fan again. The black-haired person quietly went to rest and covered himself with a woolen blanket made of soft fur. It wasn't long before he fell asleep. But would he ever be able to process what happened then or find answers on this journey? With these thoughts he had closed his eyes, wondering what the next morning would bring ...