Should I stand above all living beings, be noble and enjoy the feeling of being at a high place without being too cold, or would I rather live among all living beings and enjoy the sunshine in the winter afternoon? Will you become a king with your hands stained with the blood of your companions, or will you give your friends a hug?
But the future of the entire clan rests on your shoulders, how can you give up? How should the quasi-fox king make a decision when he escapes?