Fien's Picky Perfection Fails Hilariously

Fien tilted his head, his proud ruby eyes fixed on the 'perfect apple' at the very top, his lips about to curl into a smirk— "Splat." A plump sparrow, appearing from nowhere, landed a foot on the apple first, leaving behind a little bit of its 'white adornment'. "……!?" Fien froze on the spot. As a noble Jaggata, his picky潔癖 (cleanliness freak) alarm went off like crazy in his head. He trembled as he withdrew his hand, pointed at the sky with a disgusted look, and yelled: "Rude creature! You aesthetically challenged, fat bird! How dare you defile the prey this young master has claimed!" To save face, he decided to employ the elegant Polenas martial arts. With a cool sprint and a jump, he prepared to pluck another perfect fruit nearby. Unexpectedly, his self-proclaimed perfect jump fell short by a good thirty centimeters. "Plop!" Not only did Fien miss the apple, but his unstable center of gravity sent him headfirst into the pile of fallen leaves beneath the tree, leaving only his two long rabbit ears twitching helplessly outside. The air around him fell silent. Fien, covered in dirt, crawled out of the leaf pile, spitting out grass bits from his mouth, quickly adjusting his long white robe, dusting himself off, and striking that arrogant, self-important pose again. He snorted at the empty orchard: "Hmph, this young master was merely testing the gravitational coefficient of this land. It seems... today is not suitable for eating apples." With that, he strode away arrogantly, without looking back, with an extremely elegant (though actually a bit limping) gait.