The edge of the common forest was near.
Ren could see in the distance, about 5 kilometers away, the first houses of the outskirts, small lights flickering in the darkness like fallen stars.
Soon he would have to face the consequences of his actions.
He paused for a moment, adjusting the backpack where he kept his obtained treasures.
How would he explain all this?
The scratches, the mud, the golden fungus, the plates, the core? Perhaps he could slip in through his window and...
A movement in the darkness made him freeze.
For a moment he thought they were frogs expelled from their territory. Dangerous, as so hungry and lacking mana they would act differently than normal.
But...
Two silhouettes moved near the forest's edge, one carrying a dim lamp. Even at this distance, he recognized the way they moved, not monsters, but his parents.
His father led the way, hoe in one hand and his mature plant ready for combat. His mother followed close behind, her own vines subtly spreading across the ground, prepared for defense.
Of course, it would have obviously revealed his path and pointed the exact way he'd gone...
The map.
As soon as they realised Ren wasn't in his room...
His father would have noticed the map's absence immediately. How many times had he seen Ren studying it, asking details about that desperate adventure in search of medicine?
It was obvious where a child who had just received the weakest spore would look for hope.
Ren watched them move in the darkness.
Despite their basic beasts, they moved with the coordination that only years of working together could give. He had seen them like this before, in the kitchen, working in perfect synchronization.
But now...
His new knowledge let him see more of it. How his father's plant extended in specific ways to detect movement, how his mother's vines created precise defensive patterns with the surrounding roots.
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The mushrooms in his hair glowed more intensely. He was tired, covered in mud and gray spores, but alive. And now he would have to face what was coming.
He had no choice...
He took a step toward the light.
Just one...
The yellowish glow of the mushrooms in his hair betrayed him.
"There!" his father whispered. "A frog so close to the prairie could have attacked Ren!"
The vines moved with surprising speed, and Ren felt the familiar grip of his mother's plants wrapping around him. For a moment, he considered explaining how mature Iron-rank vines had a growth pattern that...
"REN!"
His mother's cry cut through his thoughts. The vines loosened instantly.
Ren prepared for the worst. He now knew the biology of dozens of beasts, understood the most complex behavioral patterns, but had no idea how to handle what was coming.
The punishment would be severe, he knew.
He had stolen his father's precious map, had run away in the middle of the night, had...
His mother reached him first, practically knocking him over with the force of her embrace. His father arrived a second later, enveloping them both in his arms.
They were...
Crying?
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