The next morning, Uncle Star woke up early and went to the river to fish for the day's meal.
Red: Uncle... Uncle... Where are you... Uncle...
(Red got out of bed and looked around the neighborhood for Uncle Star, but he couldn't find him.)
Red: Did Uncle go fishing today? I think so, because the last time I checked the dining room, there wasn't a single morsel of food on the table. So should I go after Uncle Star? I think I'll just wait here.
(Red decided against following Uncle Star and instead waited for Uncle Star to return.)
After waiting for two and a half hours, it turned out that dark clouds were beginning to form, and there were also birds chirping, which wasn't pleasant in the morning. Without realizing it, Red's hearing had begun to become accustomed to the unusual sounds of birdsong.
So, what about Red's next martial arts training?