Dawn was breaking, the fiery orange hue making it seem as if the forest was on fire. The morning was frosty, the air cold and thin with creatures of the night going into their dens to rest until their next hunt. A lone boy stood in the middle of the forest, his clothing covered in dirt and blood while holding a large blade, larger than himself in both hands as sweat dripped down his exposed skin. Shirtless yet covered in bandages, various cuts and scrapes across his young physique from training regiments he regularly put himself through. On the handle of the blade, there were small wooden logs wrapped around the portion where the blade met the handle of the blade. Extra weight on an already large blade, the boy repeated motions of swinging the blade vertically, with each swing a large gust of wind passing from the sheer force the blade produced from its heavy weight. The sword was adult sized, looking abnormally large in the growing adolescent. His short black hair was messy, his face had speckles of grime and dirt. It looked as if he had been out here most of the night.After numerous swings of his blade, Gattsu looked forward, noticing an unfamiliar flower blossoming in the cold forest. Resting the blade on his muscular shoulders, he walked forward and looked down and the pink unknown flower. It looked frosted though beautiful, surviving the cold harsh climate. He dropped to one knee and let his fingers carefully touch one of the pedals, a small wind making the flower dance. Beauty such as this was always caught his eye as he aged, it reminded him that even in the harshest of environments there was always something that stood strong and grew despite all odds. He spoke in a low soft voice, as if the flower could hear him ”Take the night, wrap it around around yourself like a bed sheet. There is a gift to life, you sent it my way. Bloom little guy, don’t let the world break you. Remind us broken souls that we can bloom against all odds”
He sighed heavily and looked up at the slowly illuminating sky. Perhaps he should take a break, or should he continue training? How many hours has it been since he came out here to clear his mind. He lost track of time, the aching in his shoulders however told him he most likely had been out here long. He felt lost in his own shadow, he was having a hard time adjusting to life in the village. He was a terrible communicator, most either feared him or avoided him out of disgust. That didn’t bother him, though lack of connections made it difficult to ask for aid in the subjects he struggled with. Before realizing it he noticed a light snow began falling. ”The mountains are crying." he thought to himself. A winter bird suddenly landed on the flower before him, it watched the pedals carefully, ignoring Gattsu as he felt no ill or fear towards the boy. Humans may judge him harshly, but those in nature could feel that Gattsu wasn’t a menacing person at all despite appearances.