Zongsuke's eyes once again fell back on the amber sphere lying quietly on the fallen leaves.
He reached out his hand and carefully picked up the strange ball.
It feels warm in the hand, with a strange warmth, as if it is alive.
The ancient lines on the surface seemed to become clearer under the touch of the skin on the palm.
"The ball of bondage..."
A name came to his mind without warning, as if it was meant to be called that.
"Rhubarb!"
"Woof!"
Accompanied by a cheerful and loud bark.
The katy dog rubbed its head against Sousuke's calf affectionately, its tail wagging like a propeller, and its fluffy hair exuded a breath as warm as the sun.
Zongsuke knelt down and slowly raised the bonding ball in front of the dog.
"Ready, man?"
Zongsuke knelt down and gently stroked the warm and soft neck hair of the Kati dog with his palms.
