Not everything thrived. A patch of sun-starved ground yielded only thin grass, another seedling was attacked by insects and the man quietly removed it and buried it in compost. He taught people to accept loss the way they learned to accept weather: as part of living, not as failure. When a drought came one late summer, the scattered plants held the soil and held the village's spirits; when rain returned, sprouts returned with it. The villagers began to save seeds from the best plants, trading them at the market like small treasures.
Cut to a rural village in Hokkaido. A man who looks like Kaito, but with a beard and weathered skin, works on a small farm—growing vegetables . No humans. A little girl runs up to him. She calls him "Papa." She has his eyes. Tane Wo Tsukeru Otoko