The next day.
The sun was shining bright with the whole world bathed under its vigor.
The land was rejuvenated yet again with those plants rising from their means of unknown slumber.
And somewhere next to a tree, a bit further away from a river.
There, a peerless male figure could be seen leaning his back against the tree.
His eyes were closed with his breathing following a certain rhythm.
A beautiful butterfly flapping its wing above its head. Gently landed on his soft black metallic hair and thus waking him up from his mortal actions.
Sleeping is no longer needed but he sees it as an act of leisure from time to time.
Why not sleep?. Why not eat?.
Why not be able to live like a normal mortal but with ridiculously powerful strength.
Opening his eyes from his dreamy snooze, Hiro touched his nose for a while and grasped the butterfly gently into his grasp.
Glanced over it with his cold emerald eyes and pondered.
