“Hmm… Raphne! Do you see anything over there?”

“…Nothing here.”

“Nothing on this side, either.”

“Ugh! Where on earth is that guide rabbit?!”

The three of us combed through the forest. Well, actually, with me included, it was four of us, all crouched low like students who’d lost a contact lens, desperately searching the underbrush for any sign.

“Ken! Don’t you have some kind of tool for catching animals? You know how to make stuff like that, right?”

“Uh… no.”

What do they think I am, Doraemon? I’ve got a spatial pouch, sure, but it’s only got extra food, travel …