As if to mirror his gloomy mood, dark clouds gradually gathered in the sky.

Swish! Swish! "Ouch—"

A fierce-looking military knife swung with effort, slashing through weeds taller than a person, opening up a path just wide enough to pass through. However, following that low exclamation, the machete fell deep into the grass, rustling for quite a while before it resumed its dance. Soon after, the owner of the knife also appeared in our view, struggling.