Gorilla Genki sat beneath the broad canopy of a cherry blossom tree, his sharp eyes fixed on the playful figure of Kintaro. The young boy, full of boundless energy and curiosity, was eager to join Momotarou in his adventures. Momotarou, the legendary hero known for his strength and bravery, had a reputation for taking on dangerous challenges. While Kintaro’s enthusiasm was infectious, Gorilla Genki couldn’t shake the worry gnawing at his heart.
Kintaro had always admired Momotarou. To him, the peach-born warrior was the embodiment of courage and determination. Every story of Momotarou battling demons and overcoming impossible odds only fueled Kintaro’s desire to be part of such daring exploits. But Gorilla Genki, ever the protector and guardian, knew the world Momotarou inhabited was no place for a child, no matter how strong or brave.
From his shaded spot, Gorilla Genki watched as Kintaro approached Momotarou with wide eyes and a grin full of excitement. The boy eagerly showed off his axe, his small hands gripping it tightly as he mimicked the hero’s legendary moves. Momotarou laughed warmly, impressed by Kintaro’s spirit, but Gorilla Genki noticed the subtle hesitation in his stance. The hero was kind, but he understood the risks that came with his path.
Still, Gorilla Genki couldn’t look away. His massive frame tensed as he watched the interaction unfold. While Kintaro’s intentions were pure, the guardian in Gorilla Genki couldn’t help but feel protective. If Kintaro ventured too far, would he face dangers beyond his understanding?
The wind rustled the leaves, carrying the distant sounds of birdsong. Gorilla Genki resolved to keep a close watch, ready to intervene if Kintaro’s playful dreams led him toward peril. After all, his role was to protect.
