[OP: ]
Everything is born during [Spring], so it is called the season of birth of nature. The natural elements, happiness, warmth, and the season itself are crowned as the king of all seasons. Without a start, the journey itself is impossible.
Thus, his start was the birth.
"Spring."
In his endlessly white workspace, he stood there alone, once again with his sword in his hand. However, unlike the hundreds and thousands of times he had been here, things were different for him this time.
"Birth."
With his sword loose in his hand, he started moving in a unique way, using a strange footwork that made it seem like he was dancing. And, looking at this dance gave the feeling of a strange warmth as if one was seeing a warm sight that induced happiness from the deepest part of their heart.
Warm winds circle around him, the floor under him starts to be filled with a unique image of the earth, and then grass starts appearing on the earth.
