The Wind Village slept cradled between towering cliffs and drifting clouds, suspended as if the sky itself had decided to rest its weight upon the land. Vast boulders floated lazily in the air, massive stone arches carved by ancient currents stretching from mountain to mountain. Waterfalls fell upward, mist dissolving into thin clouds before ever touching the ground. The wind here was alive—curious, playful, ever-moving.
A sudden laugh tore through the calm.
Three blurs streaked across the open sky.
A boy, a girl, and a smaller boy shot through the air at reckless speed, weaving between floating boulders, darting through narrow stone gaps, skimming cliff faces so closely that loose pebbles rattled in their wake. They didn't speak—only laughed, breathless and wild, as if the sky itself were their playground.
They twisted, dove, accelerated.
A race.
The boy surged ahead, riding a powerful current and shooting toward the hill below. The smallest boy followed closely, teeth clenched in determination, wind flaring around his feet. The girl trailed just behind, laughing as she struggled to keep up.
They descended fast.
The boy touched down first, boots skidding across the grass.
The smaller boy landed second, tumbling once before rolling to his feet.
The girl landed last, collapsing onto the ground with a groan.
"Haaah… haaah…" she panted, staring at the sky. "You two are monsters."
"I won!" the boy shouted, throwing his hands into the air. "That's three times now, Kaito!"
Kaito Kaze—only four years old and the smallest among them—scowled as he wiped grass from his clothes. "Shut up. You just got lucky."
The girl sat up, smiling mischievously. "Look at him~ He's getting angry again."
"I am not!" Kaito snapped, then paused. "…Okay maybe a little."
The three burst into laughter and flopped onto the grass, staring up at the drifting clouds.
Footsteps approached.
Kaito sat up immediately.
A tall figure stood a short distance away, arms crossed, wind stirring gently around him as if it naturally obeyed his presence.
Akira.
At just twenty-two years old, he was already known as the strongest man in the Wind Clan—a Sovereign Master. His long white hair was tied back neatly, glowing faintly in the sunlight. His pale teal eyes were calm, sharp, and endlessly observant. Dressed in white clothes, he looked almost ordinary—until one noticed how the wind itself subtly bent around him.
"Master Akira!" the children said in unison.
Akira gave a small nod. "Mei, Kazu, you two should be heading to school."
The kids' eyes widened. "School?!"
"We're late!" Mei, The girl shouted.
In a panic, the two scrambled to their feet.
"Bye, Kaito!"
"See you later!"
They took off instantly, blasting into the sky at full speed.
Kaito waved after them, watching their figures vanish into the distance.
Akira's voice came calmly from behind him. "Enough play. It's time to train."
Kaito turned, grinning. "Yeah!"
At only four years old, Kaito already showed the early signs of a powerful wind embodiment. His small body couldn't yet contain the vast potential sleeping within him, but his eyes burned with determination far beyond his age.
He raised his arms.
The wind stirred—gentle, playful, teasing him.
Kaito frowned and focused harder.
Nothing.
Just a faint breeze circling his fingers.
"I'm trying, Master," Kaito muttered. "But it's not listening."
Akira stepped closer. "You can create wind because you are its embodiment. That part is instinct. But what we're training now is different."
He gestured toward the flowing air around them.
"This wind already exists. Can you listen to it? Can you understand it?"
Kaito clenched his fists. "…No."
"That's fine," Akira said with a smile. "The wind doesn't obey force. It follows understanding."
Kaito tried again. His hands trembled.
The wind slipped away.
"It's okay," Akira continued calmly. "You are young. The wind will find you when the time is right."
Kaito nodded, though frustration lingered in his eyes.
Then—
"Kaito!"
He spun around.
Down by a nearby stream stood a boy with bright blue hair and sharp eyes—grinning and waving.
"Ren!"
Kaito shot forward like a gust, slamming into Ren with a fist bump.
"You came!" Kaito laughed.
"Of course," Ren replied smugly. "I promised, didn't I?"
Ren bowed slightly toward Akira. "Master Akira."
Akira nodded. "Prince of the Water Clan."
Ren puffed out his chest. "Training's hard today."
Kaito groaned. "Tell me about it."
Ren suddenly grinned. "Want to duel?"
Kaito's eyes lit up. "You're on!"
"This time i will beat you!" Kaito said with determination.
"Oh?" Ren teased. "Isn't that what you said the last forty-three times?"
Kaito scowled. "This time is different!"
Akira sighed. "Kaito has improved… but he is still far from you, Ren."
Ren's grin widened.
Kaito's eye twitched.
The duel ended in a single motion.
Water surged from the stream like a blade—
Kaito didn't even react.
He was on the ground before he realized the fight had begun.
"That was fast," Ren said, offering a hand.
Kaito took it, pouting. "I didn't even get to fight!"
"You will," Ren said. "Just not today."
Akira watched silently. Even he was surprised.
Kaito is smarter… but Ren…
Ren Kurogane, Kaito's best friend from the embodiment of water Clan and the son of the Water Village leader. He is a prodigy among prodigies, possessing strength that surpasses Kaito's and most adults.
As Kaito stared at Ren laughing beside Akira, doubt flickered in his chest.
Can I ever reach him?
Just then, a voice called from the distance
"Kaito!"
Hana and Toru approached, smiling.
"Dear, looks like they're at it again," Hana commented, her warm voice carrying through the breeze.
Toru chuckled. "Well, Kaito's always been competitive."
Kaito's parents, Hana Kaze and Toru Kaze—renowned Sovereign Masters of the Wind Clan and respected village leaders, appeared at the edge of the training ground, watching with smiles on their faces.
Ren jogged over to Kaito's parents, bowing slightly. "Thank you for letting me come over, Aunt Hana, Uncle Toru!"
"You're welcome". Hana said smiling.
Kaito smiled up at his parents, who approached with open arms. "I lost… but next time, I'll win!"
Hana knelt down, brushing Kaito's wet hair from his face. "Don't worry, Kaito. You'll get there."
Toru lifted Kaito and spun him around. "Lost again, huh?"
"Dad!"
Hana smacked Toru. "Don't tease him!"
Toru laughed. "If he trained with me, he'd win!"
Akira chuckled.
Kaito whispered to Hana. "Here it comes."
"…I'm stronger than Akira," Toru declared.
Hana and Kaito said together—
"No you're not."
Silence.
"…Hey!"
Everyone burst out laughing.
Ren watched quietly.
This warmth… this laughter…
Kaito grabbed Ren's hand. "Let's go play!"
They ran off into the village.
Villagers clothed in white greeted them warmly.
"Kaito-sama."
"Ren-sama."
They played, ate snacks, helped villagers, raced through streets.
Under a tree, Kaito formed a tiny tornado.
Ren added water.
"Where've you ever been to?" Kaito asked.
"Light Clan. Lightning Clan. Magma Clan."
Kaito gasped—
The tornado burst, splashing them.
"Kaitoooo!"
They chased each other until dusk.
Panting, The two boys lay side by side on the soft grass, the evening sun warm on their faces. Above, fluffy clouds drifted lazily across the endless blue, and a lone bird soared high, wings spread wide, effortless and free.
Ren's voice broke the silence, quiet and distant, as if carried by the wind itself.
"Look at that bird, Kaito. It flies anywhere it wants… no borders, no chains. I wonder if we'll ever be that free."
Kaito turned his head slowly to look at him, confused by the sudden heaviness in Ren's voice.
For a moment, Ren didn't say anything.
His eyes stayed on the sky, but something in his expression had changed — his usual carefree grin replaced by a quiet, almost distant sadness. The kind of look that didn't belong on a four-year-old's face.
The wind moved gently around them.
Then, without looking at Kaito, Ren spoke again — softer this time.
"Hey, Kaito… what's your dream?"
Kaito thought for a moment, eyes bright with hope.
"I want to leave the village. See the world. Make friends everywhere."
"I want to be free," Kaito said quietly.
He didn't understand the deeper truths yet—the tensions between clans, the dangerous politics that made such dreams risky. But the wind stirred within him—a quiet pulse, as if the ancient power within him whispered promises of things to come.
froze.
A distant voice echoed in his mind—
"Listen, Ren dear…"
Ren stared at him quietly, studying the earnestness in Kaito's eyes. Then he slowly sat up, a soft smile spreading across his face.
"I see."
"That's a nice dream."
Ren said softly. "But it won't be easy."
"I know," Kaito replied. "That's why I'll get stronger."
Seeing the motivation in his best friend eyes, Ren smiled and said "Then I will also become stronger".
They both smiled as they bumped fists.
For a moment, the weight of the world seemed far away, and all that mattered was the friendship between two boys dreaming beneath the open sky.
The day was getting darker as they walked through the street
A maid suddenly appeared
"Kaito sama, Ren sama, it's time for dinner".
"Oh, Alright". Kaito replied
As they walked—
Pain struck Kaito's chest.
The wind shuddered.
For a second everywhere and everything was quiet.
"Kaito Kaito Kaito". Ren called out.
Then—
He was back.
"Are you okay."
"I'm fine," Kaito said quickly.
The maid watched him closely.
Something was wrong.
"Lets get going". Kaito said