Reborn, he originally wanted to live as an idler, far from the trivialities of life and the noise of the mortal world. He planned to build a small cottage in a bamboo grove, plant flowers in front of the house, grow vegetables behind it, and enjoy the sounds of chickens and dogs as he lived a leisurely, carefree pastoral life. He would put down roots in the countryside, roam freely through the mountains and wilds, and become an idle farmer.
But who could have known that perhaps the halo of being reborn was simply too dazzling? One matter after another, great and small, came his way, turning him into the virtuous farmer in everyone else's eyes. How did that happen?
(This story is entirely fictional. Please do not take it personally!)
