In a quiet mountain village, there were children shouting and holding crude wooden sticks.

"Waaahhh! Take down the Demon King!"

The children wore cheap pots and capes made from worn-out sacks. They rushed toward another child as if they were legendary warriors.

"St, stop!" The rather scruffy-looking child cowered near a straw bag. On the bag was a picture of a Demon King that looked like it was drawn by children.

"Hey! If you're the Demon King, hold it properly!"

"Right! You should be glad that we're even hanging out with you like this."

The young children raised their voices and pushed their sticks forward threateningly.

The scruffy, skinny child was forced to become the Demon King in this fighting game, and he fearfully responded with a raised voice. "Or what? Are you going to go into the Demon King's bag?”

The child's fierce question made the others giggle and agree. 

"I think that's better.”

"That's right. He can't even hold it properly, so it doesn’t even feel like I'm hitting it."

The child grew scared at the other’s cruel words. One child had already removed the bag with the sloppy picture of a Demon King and was holding it.

At that time, a child...