On the day when I was dressed as an 8-year-old summoning loser and my whole family was exiled to the northwest, my mother gave me half a piece of royal waste. He ran for his life with the sign in his pocket, and picked up a little local dog, which he named "Fantuan" - even though it was only in coma and did nothing but eat.
Until I was forced to hold up the broken sign and scream in despair: "Rice ball, bite it!"
The golden light exploded, and the ferocious beast king was instantly reduced to rubbish!
The onlookers knelt down and shouted: "The divine beast is born!"
I stared blankly at the rice ball with blood dripping from its paws: "Where's the native dog we promised?" Isn't this a bit too aggressive?
With a beast that (occasionally) destroys the world and (daily) cries for food, my rescue (feeding) trip to the northwest is completely distorted!
