Jib, the chirping sound of a sparrow singing, blending harmoniously acclaimed Akara on the dark blue roof. The golden sun shone on the green grass, soaked by the rain last night. In front of the door, a shrug appeared. Tsuna's body stood at the door. After many minutes, there was still no sign of his disciples. The strangeness of the day made the old man feel quite a bit surprised.

  "Wondering yesterday, would you play a little too hard? That child ran away. "Tsunase turned to look at Hiro, who carried out the fabric and spoke to him. But both knew that that was not even the habit of this young boy After a while, the body of a young man the old man waited for a moment passed.

  "Why are you late today ..."

  "Sorry, Master. Last night I realized what you taught me so I tried to use it. And I can do it now. "The old man looked at the sparkling eyes of the boy in front of him with a surprising look. Before turning into shocking when the young boy disappeared as he appeared to be at a distance of ten steps in the same place

  "Have you practiced until the shadow has been finished?" The old man, smiling, stepped into the building towards the training hall.

  "Yes," the young boy proudly smiled before changing into a smirk when he got the next sentence.

  "Well then I will get a little more exertion"

  The young man entered the building with his teacher, just like the last three weeks. But what is different today is the tranquility and stability that are forming in his mind more than ever. He pulled his body with a wooden sword two weeks ago in peace. Until even Tsunase noticed this change The old man smiled broadly.

  He is not wrong to accept this child four months ago, at the end of the season. Not until this week is the hibernation season. He thought as he held his wooden sword up and held it.

  They stood and stared at each other long before the old man charged. The old man stepped in quickly and drew the sword several times in short, Temma then stepped back and used the tip of the sword to hold it before exerting the pressure. Ran towards the other party instead Temma lifted the sword in a straight line, drawing a diagonal line that the old man could accept before turning the diver.

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  Temma left the distance, left, out, drawn in a diagonal direction upward. Causing those who dashed to set up their swords Both were united, leaving the distance when unable to push the opponent's weapons away. And one thing they both did the same was shaking his sword out to the side so as not to resist the wind Suddenly, both of them were gone, leaving only the shadows moving in different corners of the room. There are swords, collisions, and fire skirts at certain times.

  Until finally, Temma was stopped, standing still, receiving the attack from all directions that came in And finally, the old man ceased to use shadow Tsunase tore with a big smile, eyes sparkling white sparkle.

  Put pressure on the young man well He pretended for a while before disappearing as if never existed. And at that moment the young boy closed his eyes to receive a sharp nerve And can feel the air pressure behind him lace! The clatter of the wooden swords resonated in a sparse airwave.

  The two swordsmen braced their eyes together, looking deep into each other's eyes. The boy smiled sweetly when he did not make the same mistake, but then his instincts cried him to go far from this man. The smile on the face disappeared. Temma's face was pale white when he saw the monster's eyes.

  It's bloody The pressure around the air is several times heavier. As soon as the old man Ku cried out The young man's consciousness was extinguished. His eyes grew white. Mouth open, drooling, drooling out. And when falling, it was accepted by a woman As the old man held his two fingers up

  "Loosen!" The pressure throughout the room suddenly dissolved. All of a sudden a flock of birds fell from the roof. The woman in the snow, the eyes of the woman, looked low. "Not bad at all. Temma has improved significantly. Until you have to be serious, but it seems a little too early

  "He still lacks experience," the old man continued. "But this shows that he may be able to do what you wish for. Princess."

  Hmmm, the music sounds familiar, louder in his ear. He opened his eyes and looked at his small hands. Before looking around Warm touch from the people he knows well The body of his mother was pulled away.

Combined with other villagers The little hand of the boy meant to grab the body, if not being thrown to the other side. The last thing he sees is her saddest smile. And shortly thereafter he saw only a group of smoke and fire brigade replaced his village.

  This little hand reached out in the foreground, and everything that was darkening, interfering with the cold that he could not explain.

  "Mother ..."

  For a short while, he looked briefly at both hands and began to realize where he was. Not far away Appearing the body of the Snow Princess Temma got up slowly before feeling the warm water flowing from his eyes.

  "Are you awake?" The voice made him wipe his eyelids hardly before seeing the body walking into his seat with a pot of medicine. "Are you crying? ..."