The Scarecrow, My Farmhand

Maki wakes up inside a scarecrow body with a silk pouch, a sealed bell, and one familiar problem in a very wrong world. He used to spend his days saving crops, not people, yet the same careful touch that helps rice grow now lets him cut back magic roots, read bad soil, and steady a city that is being swallowed alive. He lands in the middle of a wedding ceremony already gone wrong, seated among the guests while the vines keep climbing. A quiet apology, a shared wall, and a kiss he cannot forget begin to crack the shell he built around himself. The wooden comb in his pocket keeps returning, and the person who owns it claims to remember nothing.