It was flying in the sky today, too, in a good mood.

　The blue sky that stretches to faraway places was always a garden for "it".

　The lush green grasses spread out below us.
　Above it all, the wingless ones move about busily.
　What a ridiculous and uncomfortable way to live! The sky is so vast.

　The sky is so vast, and yet there is nothing to hinder your path. The sky is so vast, and yet there is nothing to stop you from going your own way.
　With wings on their backs, they flap their wings and fly with the wind, and the little ones are so scared that they rush down to the ground and hide in the shadows of the few trees.

　Occasionally a flock of daredevils will come to you, but one cry and most of them will flee away, and if you are still unsure of yourself, a blast of wind will make you pay for your stupidity.

　In this wide sky, I was the champion.

　But even such a king of the sky is not immune to hunger.
　Because there is not much prey in the mountains where there is a bed to sleep on.

　No, "few" is a misnomer. Mountains provide us with an abundance of blessings.
　The small beasts eat the fruit and multiply their numbers, the big beasts hunt the small beasts for their flesh and blood, and the big beasts provide food for the stronger ones.

　The big beast hunts the small beast as its own flesh and blood, and the big beast becomes the food for the stronger one.
　Small beasts and big beasts should be dedicated to feeding themselves.

　But in the mountains there are strong men other than yourself.
　There are many more strong men than there are prey. That is the mountain world.

　All the powerful men are fighting for what is not a small amount of prey.
　I'm not one to rub elbows with anyone in the sky, but I'm not going to have an easy time beating the strong people in the mountains.
　The hard man's claws and beak won't work on the hard man, and the wings he boasts of will be broken if he catches the breath of the iron-breather. The movement of the Fast Man is sharper than the wind, and the gaze of the Unknowable has a terrible heat.

　It's not easy for me, the king of the skies, to fight with those powerful men in the mountains and win their prey.

　But now it's different.
　I happened to be chasing my prey in the eastern sky, and I noticed that the scene below me was different than before.

　There are prey on the grasslands, too.
　The grasslands have their share of prey, but their numbers and size used to be unattractive enough to make them come all the way from the mountains.

　But now, we hadn't seen them in a while.
　I hadn't seen them for a while, but the prey had multiplied.

　What they lack in size, they make up for in numbers.
　Above all, there are no other strongmen on the grassland.
　There is no need to fight over prey.

　There are many winged men in those mountains. But most of them can only fly low.
　Only our own people can leave the mountains and fly far into the steppes.
　The rest of the people are unaware that the grasslands are teeming with prey.

　The moment it realized that the prey below it was all its own, it felt a shiver of joy.
　Flying all the way from the mountains was tiring in its own way, but considering the number of prey in the grasslands, it was worth the effort.

　Which prey shall we hunt today? 'It' enjoyed the time to choose the prey.
　I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it.

　It's eyes caught the prey that were frozen in place and on the move here and there.
　I don't know why there are so many herds of prey today.
　Most of the herd were two-legged beasts that occasionally wandered into the mountains.
　We could see herds of about ten of them here and there.

　Two-legged beasts aren't very good at eating, but it's good to see them in groups.
　Moreover, those two-legged beasts often don't run away and come at you when their herd mates die.
　They can hunt many at once, unlike other beasts that only hunt one or two and then run away.
　Occasionally they have a hard shell, but it's not much of a problem in front of their prized claws and beaks.
　The problem is that they are difficult to eat.

　Those two legs are strange beasts, and sometimes they're ridiculously strong, so you have to be careful.
　But if it comes down to it, they can get up in the air.
　Because those without wings can't fly.
　Occasionally, the two legs will send their needles into the sky as well, but as long as they are out of reach of the needle, there is no danger.

　The 'it' looked around and aimed at the most numerous flock.
　I'm sure you can eat a lot of them, even if each one is small.
　On top of that, we could also see some four-legged beasts.
　Blessed with prey that seemed to satisfy his appetite, 'It''s instincts were full of joy.

　Unaware of the attention he was receiving from the many two-legged, he jumped over the several herds directly below him and glided straight into the larger herd.