Sira woke to find the house empty. Panic surged through her like lightning. She ran outside, barefoot, asking the neighbors if they'd seen him. Some had—headed toward the forest again.
She grabbed a knife and sprinted after him, heart pounding.
Only to find him a few hours later… dragging a two-horned rock boar behind him, its massive body covered in wounds.
He wasn't bleeding. Wasn't even scratched.
Just sweaty.
And smiling.
"I got breakfast," he had said proudly.
Sira stared. Blinked. Then stared some more.
It was that moment she realized something.
The boy who once cried when his favorite rock disappeared had now become a walking monster-slayer.
And Sira—Iron Sister, money-hungry and practical—had one immediate thought.
Capital.
She resisted at first. Truly, she did.
But the numbers didn't lie.
Monster parts were valuable. Cores, pelts, bones—villages and cities paid well for those things. And Uga… well, Uga was basically a walking monster trap.
