For Frank, this farm was a shocking sight!

The farm, where Frank was grown, was an ordinary farm.

There was presumably an older sister and younger brother running it.

With the older sister in her 20s and younger brother approximately 14.

The younger brother every day wakes up and goes straight to the farm and waters each fruit with a different water amount.

To the average bystander, this action could be just watering some fruits, however, to an expert farmer, this action was a shocking sight!

To know how much water each fruit needs is quite weird, to say the least.

Especially for a boy in his teens, for a boy that young would normally have no interest in such things.

Despite the boy knowing all this knowledge, his fruits were at most above average and there was still one fruit that grew on the farm that trumped them all.

However this fruit was not grown by the boy, it was grown by his older sister.

This fruit was, of course, Frank.

The reason Frank was this perfect could probably be attributed to this woman who nurtured him.

She woke up and measured the amount of water to give to Frank.

After a while of this woman growing Frank.

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She went to the market to sell 'him'.

The watermelon connoisseur evaluated Frank, and 'he' turned out to be an A+ rank. (You can probably tell the ranks)

The woman was outraged!

If Frank wasn't an S rank, what kind of monstrous watermelon must be?

The connoisseur could do nothing but say 'I do not know'.

An A+ rank watermelon could sell for quite a lot anyways so the woman sold 'him'.

This is why to Frank this was a shocking sight, he had finally seen the so-called S-class, not only that there were loads of 'em.

There seemed to be horrible ones too.

Ones with yellow spots and some that were cut in half.

All kinds of watermelons, they talked to each other and laughed and cried.

However, there was another astonishing detail that Frank nearly missed, he saw that there were no humans!

'How do they water themselves? Or get sunlight? What is this place!' Frank thought shocked at the questions he himself were thinking.

[Hey! You!] A voice woke Frank up from his stupor.

Frank looked around only to see a watermelon that was at most B+ grade.

[Umm... Hey, Who are you? What is this place? Why am I here?] Frank shouted out most of his questions in one go.

[Woah there buddy, my name is Dobert and as you can see I am a B grade, right now you have been eaten or dead, whichever works. And you sir are in watermelon heaven! As you can see, I'm a watermelon and so is everyone else!] Dobert said rapidly.

[Ok, umm... thanks, I guess? you're talkative aren't you.] (Frank)

[Yup yup yup, so how did you 'die'? Raised then eaten? Bought from a shop then eaten? Given as a gift then eaten? Ran over by a Honda Fireblade? Although the last option is quite a rare one it can happen, it is much more common to just get ran over by a car but oh well. Oh, by the way, don't ask watermelons how they died it's quite a taboo subject.] (Dobert)

[Didn't you just do that though?] (Frank)

[Oh looky here, that Darren of the Sevens, they're quite a scary bunch! Make sure not to provoke them.]

'Ugh..'

Frank thought that this 'Dobert' would be really annoying.