The pleasant hunting atmosphere was disturbed by the cries of a Reimu.
"Yunyaaaaaa! Reimu's cute face is--!"
A Reimu who could still be called a child had wounded her face and was crying. Typically, Reimu-types do not go out hunting. She had probably lost the parent who would hunt for her. This Reimu, not having learned even the fundamentals of hunting, had tried to pick the flower of a wild thistle and suffered a wound to her face.Nature provides yukkuris with food to live on, but sometimes it bares its fangs. Ignoring the Reimu leaking scaredy-pee and continuing to cry "yun, yun," the yukkuris around her worked hard at their hunting. In order to live, and in order to feed their families, the other yukkuris also faced a desperate struggle.