The monk could feel a pair of large nostrils tickling his backside with every breath they exhaled - Poropo was sure he would be dead for getting close to the piglets, but the supposedly feral boar behind the monk decided to just glare down the helpless human. Perhaps the boar believed the monk was not a threat to the piglets, but boars were not normally intelligent enough to consider how threatening something may or may not be - boars were known of attacking anything which got close to their young.
In order not to anger the mother boar any further, the monk just stood still and hoped nothing would happen - the monk did not even want to activate a protection spell to cover his body in condensed light. All the monk wanted to do was stay still as pretend not to exist for as long as not existing kept the monk alive and unharmed.
What felt like an eternity passed by as the monk could feel his legs shaking and his hands pour sweat from his palms like a geyser - the monk could not stay still and expect to also stay alive much longer. The monk had to do something - turning around to face he mother boar, the monk attempted to start negotiations, "Hello...-!?"
The monk turned around and saw nothing behind him - the mother boar had left some time ago. Standing behind a defenseless, unmoving monk must have been too boring to continue. Instead, the mother boar could be seen uprooting roots and mushrooms and going to the piglets to wake and feed them - the monk was no longer a priority to the mother boar. The monk clasped his hands and thanked the Iron Deity, "Thank you, Iron Deity, for blessing me with the strength to bore a boar...what should I do now?" The monk was lost as to what to do next.
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