Want to Take Some Shrimp from My Place?

What is it?

Instead of answering, Vika tapped the fruit with her palm.

It made a solid, dense sound.

"It's breadfruit. In Brazil, they call it fruta-pão."

"Breadfruit? Don't tell me it's called that because bread grows on trees?"

Did a magical tree like that really exist?

Well, this was an island where magic existed, too.

"It's not just called bread."

Vika cut the peel a little farther with her knife and showed me the inside.

Pale cream-colored flesh was packed tightly within...