On a giant rock on the coast that was obviously washed by the sea for many years, a boy wearing an old black-and-white coat and a checkered hat was reading a thick book bundled in a hard leather cover. He was rubbing his panda eyes and yawning.
Apart from these three, another man standing close to Angor also drew his attention.
It was a bald young man with dark brown, almost blackish skin. He did not wear anything over his slim upper body, and those skin gave out a glimmer like a palm oil under the sun. His appearance would surely attract many ladies—a handsome face which hid an unbounded wildness and supreme might behind it.
Angor paid attention to these four people because besides Nausica, they were the only ones who were not directing hostile attitude to him. Maybe it was because they were not interested in Angor at all.
There were exceptions though.