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Water... We need water... The little boy wakes up and finds himself on the ground. Judging by his condition, he must have fainted face down, completely battered and dusty, exhausted.
W-where am I... He starts looking around with his eyes while lying on the ground. He is standing motionless on the muddy ground of a town that can be considered poor due to the rain. The people passing by do not pay attention to him or act like it.
Why is he here- ogh... His throat was completely dry. How long had he been unconscious there? Why was he there? What had happened? The boy was not thinking about these things right now. When he approached the puddle at the bottom of his mouth to drink water, he encountered his own reflection in the water.
A 10-11 year old boy with dirty and not short purple hair and big purple eyes appears in the reflection. He buries his head in the water and starts to drink the water with his mouth without touching the mud much.
After drinking enough water, he feels that he has the energy to stand up and slowly starts to stand up. Agh! The boy's legs were aching at a level that was hard to bear for his age. He looked around as he walked around the town with slow and small steps.
All he could see were unfamiliar faces and houses. He couldn't see anything that he felt belonged to him.
What am I going to do... The boy continued to walk, hoping that he might find something to hold onto. With each step, he began to feel the pain in his legs more and more, and he slowly began to despair.
His eyelids began to get heavy. He had walked for so long that he was bored with walking, and he stopped to rest in a large place that could be called the town square. While he was checking his surroundings with bored eyes, a voice was heard coming from his left.
Izumi! When the boy slowly turned to his left, there was a black-haired boy running towards him. They were probably the same age. The black-haired boy called out once more.
Izumi!
When the black-haired boy got close enough, he started to speak. Izumi, what are you in this state of yours? The black-haired boy said these things in a slightly worried tone. The purple-haired boy's eyes slowly widened at the black-haired boy's words.
Izumi... Is that my name? The black-haired boy is a little surprised but answers with a mocking expression. Who did you think you were, you idiot. Come with me, you should wash. The black-haired boy grabs Izumi's wrist and pulls her slowly.
Where are we going? The black-haired boy answers with a relaxed expression. To the stream, of course. Izumi doesn't resist and walks towards the stream with a boy he doesn't know.
After a while, a shining ground appears ahead. When he gets closer, it becomes clear that they have reached a pure blue stream that reflects the sunlight. The black-haired boy immediately undresses and jumps into the stream. Come on, Izumi! Izumi slowly takes off his clothes and notices that there is something in his pocket.
What's this? When Izumi reaches into his pocket, he finds a purse with some gold in it. He doesn't know how the purse got into his pocket. Maybe he took it before leaving the house. Izumi leaves the purse full of gold next to his clothes and enters the stream.
Hey... The black-haired boy tilts his head to the side in confusion. Who are you?
The black haired boy doesn't understand what Izumi is trying to do. Shun... Shun Aru.