While carving a delicate gear for the spinning wheel, Ruru accidentally pricks his finger on a chisel. A single drop of blood falls onto the workshop’s central workbench—an ancient, rune-etched table he assumed was decorative.
Ruru’s reaction is classic sumikko (corner) energy: he panics, curls up behind his favorite shelf, and mutters, "I just wanted to make a spinning wheel…" Mid-panic, the Goddess appears—not in person, but as a shimmering hologram from the workbench. Her tone is no longer playful. While carving a delicate gear for the spinning
Ruru hesitates. Using the workshop in its current state is risky. But if he refuses, the village’s livestock—and people—will be killed. curls up behind his favorite shelf