He sat on the ground, with his pitch-black broad sword beside him. Soaked and drenched to the bone, hair dripping with water and clothes wet thoroughly, he sighed.
A sigh of dejection and resolution.
His winter-blue hair lost its standing vibrancy, and his glittering azure eyes shone at the ground, shining with a resolution he had not felt in a while.
"Yeah, it seems I would have to die before avenging them all." He spoke to himself softly, his voice almost being a whisper.
The dark grey clouds and the gloomy trees of the forest only added to his impending decision.
Life, was indeed, full of sorrow.
...
"Itsuka... You, you are alive..?"
"No! Stop it!!!"
Shin was sent flying with a slap. The boy, already on the verge of collapsing, crashed into trees, slamming his shoulder painfully into a spiked tree branch.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!"
