The next morning, three people followed him.
They didn't fully believe his story.
But they didn't fully dismiss it either.
Curiosity was enough to move them.
As they approached the field, they immediately noticed something unusual.
"…Why does it feel quieter here?" one of them asked.
The farmer didn't answer.
Because he had felt it too.
The closer they got, the more noticeable it became.
Not silence—
but a kind of calm.
When they finally reached the field, they saw the young man already working.
His movements were steady and deliberate. His posture straight, his breathing controlled.
It looked like farming.
But also… not quite.
The old man stood nearby, watching as usual.
The farmer stepped forward.
"We're here again."
The young man looked up and nodded.
"Welcome. Have you come to cultivate?"
The three newcomers exchanged looks.
"…We came to try what you were doing," one of them said.
The young man nodded calmly.
"That is acceptable."
He handed them tools without hesitation.
"Follow your breath. Do not force your movements."
The instructions sounded strange.
But they tried anyway.
At first, nothing felt different.
Then slowly—
something shifted.
Their movements became smoother.
The soil broke apart more easily.
Even their breathing became more natural without effort.
One of them stopped suddenly.
"…Wait."
He looked at his hands.
"Why does this feel… right?"
The young man gave a small nod.
"Because you are no longer working against the earth."
They didn't fully understand.
But they couldn't deny the feeling.
And that was enough.