It had been two weeks since Professor Catherine assigned us a small homework task,

"Get close to your surrounding nature to get close to the world you live in."

If not for her 900 years of relation with runes, we might have dismissed her words as utter nonsense.

I had lived in this Nature for 17 years, and suddenly someone claimed I had no relation to it whatsoever! Intrigued by her seemingly ridiculous statement, I pondered ways to get 'closer' to Nature. I was also curious: is it possible for a human to communicate with the world? So, I began spending more time in gardens, farms, and even on the outskirts of the Evergreen forest. Nature's gentle touch continued to envelop my very being as I invested more time. However, the promised "Nature's call" did not come. Oh, and don't get me wrong; I had no problem with my regular 'nature's call.'

'Does the world know that I used to bully rabbits? But I was young and immature. Surely the great ‘world's will’ won't be angry at my childishness, right? Or does the world love rabbits more than humans?' - these ridiculous thoughts kept popping into my mind from time to time.

After two weeks, I realized I needed better stimuli.

"If I want to do that, there is no better place than the healing department. That place is like a natural paradise."

So, I headed there after determining my destination. But it started raining midway. Wanting to get close to nature, I let myself get drenched in the rain.

I reached the familiar yet jaw-dropping department garden and observed my surroundings. The entire sky was cloudy; there was no sight of the sun, no golden rays of light, only an ash-gray canvas stretching infinitely to the void. Nothing seemed special. It was just another typical rainy day.

But I had a mission to accomplish. To get closer to Nature, I needed to understand it better. Why were things as they were in Nature? Why did these things transpire? The weather exuded a sense of romanticism, invoking a poetic feeling within. My subconscious mind began engaging in wordplay.

The professor's words, a riddle in rain,

"Seek nature's touch, its wisdom to attain."

Two weeks I roamed, chasing nature's call,

Yet no whispers came, no guiding squall.

Through verdant gardens and the forest's heart,

I watched the sun hide, inviting the rain's start.

I questioned flowers, the wind, the gentle streams,

Their answers danced, woven into my dreams.

But deeper truths eluded mortal grasp,

My yearning spirit yearned for answers rasp.

To the healing gardens, bathed in emerald light,

I ventured forth, beneath the weeping sky.

"Why does the sun ignite the sleeping day?"

I asked the heavens, where the gray clouds lay.

"For without sunlight, darkness holds its sway,

No life would bloom, no colors find their way."

And in my hand, a raindrop held its sheen,

A tiny mirror, reflecting what had been.

"Why falls the rain, who weeps in the sky?"

"To nurture life, where thirsty creatures lie.

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A cleansing song, a lullaby so sweet,

Cleanses the grime, in the soul it fleets."

And gazing at the blooms in vibrant hues,

I asked, "Why blossoms burst in morning dews?"

"For trees to bear their seeds, a future's hope,

A cycle spun, on nature's endless rope."

But then I knew, these wonders were but parts,

Of something vast, a symphony of hearts.

The world itself, is a tapestry unfurled,

Each thread a creature, in this grand world whirled.

"What is my purpose, in this cosmic dance?"

My voice echoed, in a lonely searching trance.

No answer came, yet silence held a key,

A presence felt, unseen, yet close to me.

Then, a voice whispered, soft as falling rain,

"To seek more knowledge, and wisdom to gain.

Praise the grand design, declare His glory,

In every tale, that unfolds a boundless story.

With every sense, I reached, my spirit soared,

Out of my heart, a hidden rhyme poured.

"Flow! Flow! Through the heart,

The southern wind of bay.

Fall! Fall! On Earth,

The golden sun's ray.

Drop! Drop! From sky,

The precious raindrops.

Grow! Grow! In the lands,

Savory foods and crops.

Bloom! Bloom! In the green,

Gorgeous painted flowers.

Sing! Sing! Oh, Bird,

In the early morning hours.

Oh! Nature, I get from you,

Everything I need.

Oh! Nature, helpful you are,

Having no greed.

How opulent and beautiful,

Nature you are.

I wonder how beautiful He is,

Who makes what you are!

As I looked at nature's beauty-

dazzled am I,

Knowing everything goes on you-

the lord most high."

Cough...cough...cough.

I couldn't continue as my voice stuck in my throat. Drained, I dropped to my knees, panting profusely. My body was drenched by the rain, which offered some relief. Quickly, I began taking long breaths to stabilize myself.

Then a voice rang out, "Why did you stop?"

I flinched at the voice. I looked back and saw a woman standing behind me.

‘Was she standing behind me the whole time?’, I murmured.

And strangely, raindrops didn't drench her; they fell on her and glided away, as if she were an Arum leaf.

She asked again, "Why did you stop?"

This time, an overwhelming pressure emitted from her, making my breath heavier.

'Who is she? Such a strong psychic pressure! And I am sure she is limiting her strength to a bearable level for me. Quite exquisite control.'

Feeling her strength, I answered cautiously, uncertain of her intention.

"I don't know. I saw a purpose in everything. And I was searching for my purpose in this world."

"The result?" she asked.

"I couldn't find..."

"I couldn't find my purpose in this world," I repeated.

The woman frowned and then sighed.

"Reaching such a crucial step to explore your own existence just after attempting to communicate with the world's will, but failing in the end. I don't know if I should call you lucky or unlucky. Tsk Tsk."

I didn't care about her mocking tone and asked carefully, "And who might you be, madam?"

She looked at me and laughed, "I am your Department head, kiddo. Get up, go inside, and dry yourself fast. You have no water affinity, so you will catch a fever if you stay soaked. It looks like accepting you into the department wasn't a total waste."

I was so shocked that my body trembled. Without even saying something polite, I ran as if my life was in danger. Who knows what a woman with misandry would do to me if I angered her?

I also heard her spouting, "What a scaredy-cat. Maybe that's why he is someone with lightning that heals. Hahahaha."

Even then, I didn't stop to retort. I wasn't strong enough to do so and mostly I was scared of the rumors about her.

But regarding today's event, I was sure about one thing. I didn't fail to find my purpose in this world because the purpose of my life didn't exist in this world! It sounded very illogical to me, but this is what the World's Will told me.

And most importantly, just when I recited praise for this world's creator, extreme hatred started to surround my mind. My blood started to boil. A desire to annihilate everything in this world was brewing inside me. Just when this feeling became more vivid, my body acted on its own. Golden lightning energy automatically left the core and, like galloping horses, rushed into my bloodstream. And my body, mind, and soul finally calmed down.

So many strange things happened today that my head was aching. I decided to take some rest before facing this messy world again.

In a dark place, far away from the Armea continent, a voice mumbled,

"The Bloodline Steele brightened for a moment. Did the seal break?"

An ancient voice answered, "No, it tried to break the seal and almost succeeded, but something suppressed it in the end. It's quite shocking that something was able to suppress it.''

"Should I check up on him?''

''No need, let him slowly adjust. The boy isn't ready yet.”

“But…

Another voice interjected, “No buts.. A watchful eye we'll send, his path to trace, The time will come, to claim his rightful place."

Then silence prevailed.