Later that day, Sihon sat down to watch a health video. The doctor advised his viewers to fill fifty per cent of their meal with vegetables, then thirty per cent protein and twenty per cent carbohydrates. He added that it was best to choose lean proteins like chicken breast or white fish, and said that following the right diet was the most important factor in losing weight.
Sihon listened attentively, because druids were raised from a young age under the guidance and care of sages. His long training had also taught him that there was something to learn from everyone. In this case the internet was very useful, but there was the issue of accuracy. He knew he could only trust channels where experts put their names and careers on the line.
It was the result of knowledge accumulated over the ages. Just then he heard a strange sound in the distance, something that resembled a cry for help. He grabbed a broom to defend himself and rushed to the fence, where he found a mother water deer with tears in her eyes. He dropped the broom and coaxed the deer inside, comforting her and assuring the crying mother that he would help.
Once she had calmed down, Sihon used wild resonance to achieve communion with the deer, and her emotions began to flow into him. A moment later he understood that she was crying for help because her baby had been caught in a trap. He told the deer to lead him to where the fawn was.
As they climbed the mountain, Sihon found himself panting heavily, because climbing in such an overweight body was exhausting. His breath grew shallower and his chest tightened as if his heart might burst. Even so, he refused to stop, because no matter what, he had to reach the baby deer as quickly as possible.
After running for a while they finally reached the place where the fawn was held in the trap. Sihon was worried when he saw the little deer, because the wound was even deeper than he had thought. He could see bone, and he could only hope there was something useful nearby that he could use. Then he looked around and realised that everything around him was violet.
He had been in such haste that he had not noticed how incredible the mountain's topography was. It held an immense amount of nature force. That meant what he needed had to be close by. He got up to look around, and in no time he found the medicinal herb he needed. He did not know what kind of plant it was, but he could see that it was emitting a violet aura, and he could make up for whatever it lacked with his own nature force.
He placed the herb on the wound and combined it with his skill to generate a healing effect. A moment later the healing took hold, and the baby deer opened its eyes. Sihon was glad the trap had been a small one, and he decided he would buy himself a pair of wire cutters the next time he went to the market. Before he knew it, it had grown late and he had to head home.
Then it dawned on him that the deer had to get home too.
The next morning Sihon woke up to exercise, following along with a video that he barely finished. He ended up crashing to the ground in exhaustion. He had brought the little deer back to his place the night before, and he had even gathered some nearby berries that were good for recovery and left them at the fawn's side, hoping it would recover without any trouble.
When he had first arrived in the area, he had thought it was an ordinary mountain like any other. He had never expected to find such a rich ecosystem, or a violet-aura colony, in a place like this. He wished his druid teacher could see it, because the old man would have been absolutely blown away. Because of how impressive the place was, Sihon realised he was starting to fall in love with it.
Then it dawned on him that he was recording a video about his morning stretching routine. When he had finished filming, he decided to go back to fixing the garden. He got into his farming clothes and brought out the seeds he had bought at the market. He was glad to be putting his skills to use once again.
Druids received training for decades from a young age, and when the time came they underwent a ritual to be chosen by nature. After that they learned over and over again, on a continuous path of hardship. From what he had seen of modern life, people thought of druids as some kind of fairies or dwarves.
To him they were simply a professional class. After hours of squatting to plant the seeds, Sihon was left in pain, and that was still down to this body. He also remembered that he had run all the way to the top of the mountain the day before to save a deer. Even so, he saw it as his responsibility to help the seeds grow, because he was a druid.
As he went on planting, he enjoyed every moment of it, because being a druid was the best job he could think of. After hours of working in the garden he had finally finished planting, and he used his skill to force the seeds to sprout at once, giving rise to a beautiful green garden. He stood there watching his handiwork in amazement while he recovered from his exhaustion.