Every summer the fields fill with the voices of children sneaking away from their chores.
The eldest boy among them would never refuse to delight them, riding on burning wheels and demonstrating great feats of skill.
Their laughter once became so loud it was carried to the top of the sky, all the way to the throne of heaven itself, where their noisemaking so disturbed the Jade Emperor that he was commanded leave the mortal realm, and return only once the godly warfield was silent.
And so did Nezha go forth, laughing his way to Legenda.