A stream-themed cafe that helps hunters. > Bonds Gallery

It is a stream near a country house.

It is a ditch with clear water flowing.

The water is thigh-deep.

I walk through the ditch and then come out.

Cafe tables are placed next to the stream.

However, the table legs are submerged in the water.

They are submerged in clear water up to the height of my thighs.

Water is flowing inside the cafe.

I suppose there are cafes with this kind of concept.

I walk past the tables and go upstairs.

Suddenly, I feel a sense of pride here.

This cafe is a place where young men and women go on dates or arranged meetings.

I already met my current wife with the water gun I am holding.

For some reason, a sense of confidence and pride soars high.

I feel like I am already cool and successful.

At the exit over there, they hand out water guns to people entering.

That is the concept of this cafe.

I am already holding a water gun.

I leave the cafe. Outside is the mountains surrounding the country house.

...

There are several hunters.

An older, seasoned veteran. And the young people who have joined recently.

I hope they follow the right path.

They volunteer while carrying guns and going out to hunt wild boars.

This is not something that can be forced.

I help them with their volunteering so that they do not stray from the designated lines ahead of them. I guide them.

However, I do not do it openly.

Without them knowing, from the side, from the surroundings—only I am aware of it—

I help them move forward properly through my unseen influence alone.