Masami didn't like working in the farm. Although he had a few occupations in his younger days before he joined the theater, the only occupation he honestly liked was hunting. He doesn't even know whether or not he still remembers how to farm, nor simply properly planting. Masami had helped this farmer many times already, but it was time to help out in actual farm work.

What he's been told was to "till the dirt" and was given instructions how to do so. Masami had gloves on both of his hands and his attire was entirely different from the casualty. It felt awkward having stingy, big cloth covering his palms; not to mention that they were dirty. He was also provided a hat to help withstand the heat, and a rake to help him till the soil. Sadly, Masami's magic is not meant for farming. In fact, it was quite the opposite – if he ended up using a tiny bit, the whole farm might burn out. He has no choice but to work just like how he did it in his younger days.

Farming also requires some endurance, unless you want to use your corpse as a fertilizer. The size of the dirt that needs to be tilled had intimidated Masami; he didn't know where to start at first, but he decided to take the very corner. "This is easier than I thought..." he muttered and smiled a little; he was starting to get bored. How do farmers settle on doing this type of thing on a daily basis? Such an occupation is something that Masami would never enjoy. He even started to recall all the good things that happened in his life, thanking God that he was born to perform and not do... this.

The rake got stuck and Masami, although using his whole force, had failed to 'unstuck' but pulling the tool. He sighed and lowered down, realizing that a small boulder was caught between the tines along with other hardened dirt. All Masami did was dig a small portion to get the head of the rake out of its situation. However, what came up was a slimy, oddly textured, tiny creature that crawled upon Masami's arm. It was an earthworm. A worm! Masami internally screamed, brushing the worm off of his arm and compulsively jumped around. Because of that event, he managed to work faster; having that "heart-pumping" battle between the one tilling the dirt and nature itself. He thought about complaining, but if he ever did, he would complain to himself for complaining. They were never taught to complain – complaining meant having your lips struck by a wooden stick, but Masami learned how to respect himself as he grows up.

He didn't even notice the sun going down, but noticed the moon shining down on him, and the atmosphere was cooler and gentler. Soon enough, he was finished although his work wasn't so clean. He even forgot about the worm; he was proud of his work. "Yippee!" he jumped around and threw the rake to the side, rushing to meet the farmer and finally taking a rest. Hopefully, if fate wills it, this is the last time he'd ever touch a farm tool.