One day it's sunny, one day it's cloudy, one day it's rainy.
In October, the lotus flowers wilt, with twisted black and yellow stems protruding from the water. Old Toad lies on the only round stone with his round belly, happily inhaling white smoke, entering a dream to visit his own pond. Big River Beaver tops a wooden board to block the rain and quickens the pace of work.
"Bang!"
Water splashes everywhere.
Weapons crash against the rain curtain, with transparent droplets exploding into white mist in midair, scattering and falling into the pond, creating another small rain within the rain.
Short silhouettes intertwine, flicker, charge, and roar. Their muscles swell, big bone stick and nine ringed staff horizontal and vertical, metal clashing violently.
Turn around, gather strength, unleash the stick/staff!
Bam bam bam!
Clang clang clang!
