The sun gradually began to plunge in between the trees.

In the early morning, in a mountain in Yamato. One man was hush on a rock and closed his eyes quietly. Of course he's not asleep when I say he's closing his eyes.

He doesn't even twitch for an hour already. He just rhythms his breath, wind flows, signs of monsters and people in the mountains, the sound of trees shaking in the wind and leaves and leaves bumping into each other. Eh. I was feeling different things.

Yes, sharpening his five senses and meditating, he climbed the mountain, feeling one sign of gradual approaching towards himself, slowly opening his eyes.

(It's almost time...)

Eventually, when the little footsteps were heard directly in his ear, he stood up quietly and jumped off the rock without making a sound.

"Ah, Takumi!

Then one girl with empty hair, who discovered him jumping off a rock, grinned at her mouth and walked over shaking her hair.

Takumi gently stroked the girl's head as she walked over and smiled gently at the girl.

"Hi, Sola."

"Oh dear! Citrus is ready for breakfast, so come back soon."

"Whoa, shall we go then? I'm just hungry..."

That's right, I finished the conversation, you two. Takumi Kiryu and Sora, the great spirit of water who signed with Takumi, began to descend the mountain as they exchanged plans for today and stories they didn't love.

- It had been about six months since that night, when the city suffered devastating damage in the battle between Nevilos the Demon General and Amon the Demon General.