The cool wind was lightly caressing his skin, a refreshing touch against the backdrop of the warm sunlight that filled Fuyu with a comforting sense of well-being. He was outside, gazing up at the clear blue sky where clouds drifted lazily, while mentally reviewing the cultivation arts Vasana had taught him. This revision was critical, spurred by the profound reason he'd given her for his diligence: his unwavering commitment to his sister and mother, and his refusal to leave them vulnerable when he inevitably achieved transcendence.
"Fuyu, help..." A sudden, hurried voice shattered his concentration. It was Lara. Fuyu's eyes widened as he saw her sprinting towards him. She crashed into him, hugging him tightly, and buried her face into his shoulder, clearly distressed.
"Huh... what happened...?" Fuyu was startled by her desperate and vulnerable state. A moment later, another, distinctly annoyed voice reached them.
