The boy nodded.
"Hehe, thanks, Willow!"
He took on a stance, spreading his legs and raising his wooden sword in the air. It was clear the boy was far from an amateur despite his young age.
Willow sighed, taking on a similar stance.
"Seriously though, Vicar, we are going to be late for bed!"
The sun let out a deep orange glow, its last gift, before disappearing altogether.
Vicar pouted.
"I just have a really good feeling right now! I don't want to lose it."
Willow smiled bitterly.
"I'm blaming it on you when our parents scold us!"
Vicar giggled.
"Of course! I will take full blame!"
The two were standing in Willow's backyard. It was small, to say the least. Snow slowly fell from the sky, gently brushing by their faces every so often.
A thin layer of snow covered the ground, almost like a small coat.
Vicar dashed forward, scattering snow in the air behind him. His wooden sword drew an arc in the air, almost like a crescent moon.
