Synopsis: The Prince Doesn’t Cry From Mere Onions

The war that brought a curse has concluded. Three years have gone by. It appears that this rural village is finally at peace… However, a bear-like drifter suddenly storms into our restaurant, rambling on. "I’ve come to settle a debt I owe your father from the war." But this man has no idea what he supposedly owes. My father died in the war, so there's no way to inquire! I asked him to leave, but the drifter insists: "How much do you want? I’ll give you whatever you ask." Do I seem like someone who has no pride, even if I am short on cash? "Forget the money; repay it with work." "...With my own body, or someone else’s? Either way, I can—" "Just go chop some onions!"