The next morning, at dawn, the sun was rising in the east, and everything was coming back to life.
The young man put on a set of purple clothes, then slipped a sword sheath that looked like a belt around his waist. Upon taking the Violet Meteor of a soft sword into his hand, he slid it into the sheath, making it disappear...
Those unaware would not able to tell at a glance that there was more to the young man's belt than meets the eye.
Opening the door of his room, sunlight streamed in. The young man squinted his eyes and stretched lazily.
"Young Master."
A pleasing voice echoed in his ears.
The young man's gaze fell on the young girl standing upright in front of him.
Today, the girl was dressed in light green clothes with a purple leather belt around her waist, which did not seem out of place.
The girl's belt was of the same style as the boy's, except that it was much more delicate, favoring a feminine design.
