The first light of dawn breaks.
Rising sun ascends from the east, revealing the startlingly breathtaking pale white that emerges from the darkness, then this hint of white intensifies, spreading the purple aura across the land.
The youth sits motionlessly on the chair, gazing out the window. No matter how many times he sees it, such a sight still profoundly shocks him, showing more traces of weariness and depression on his face compared to his spirited looks of the previous days.
Without uttering a word, just quietly watching the sunrise, unaware of what his heart is pondering over, not even noticing when someone else entered the room.
"Why so, have you been feeling down lately, has your spirit been shattered by a beating?"
"…Pretty much."
Rarely was he not defiant.
Compared to his senior sister, he realized that he indeed was a lesser being, crippled. If he remembered correctly, his senior sister began as a novice just like him.
