The storm continued to rage with unrelenting intensity, the dark clouds overhead roiling with an almost malevolent fury. Amidst this tempest, a solitary figure stood with a presence so striking that it seemed to command the very elements. Her form, draped in a dark blue cloth that clung to her through the downpour, exuded an aura of otherworldly grace and power.

The figure stood a few steps away from the unconscious boy, her stance both poised and resolute. Around her, a glowing aura began to manifest, sending out golden sparks with a tinge of purple that cut through the storm's gloom. These sparks danced and flickered, creating a mesmerizing display of light against the relentless rain and thunder.

Time seemed to stretch as the figure remained motionless, her ethereal beauty accentuated by the storm's ferocity. The storm's powerful winds and relentless rain created a dramatic backdrop, highlighting her statue-like presence amidst the chaos. The golden-purple sparks intensified around her, swirling with increasing frequency and brilliance, as if reacting to her very will.

With a deliberate grace, the figure took a step toward the boy. As she moved, the golden sparks flared brighter, their purple hue deepening into a vibrant, almost pulsating glow. The energy surrounding her seemed to swell and surge with each step, creating a protective barrier of light that pushed back against the storm's wrath.

The storm continued unabated, the thunderclaps and lightning flashes adding to the atmosphere of tension and power. The figure's aura, however, seemed to transcend the storm, its warmth and light forming a stark contrast to the cold, tumultuous elements around them. The intense downpour and howling winds were momentarily eclipsed by the radiance emanating from her.

As the figure drew near the boy, a dramatic change unfolded. The radiant golden and purple sparks that had once dominated the scene, bending the very elements to her will, suddenly dissipated. It was as though an invisible force had erased the very essence of her power, leaving the clearing starkly different from before.

Her violet eyes, which had been the epitome of power, dominance, and sheer might, began to lose their intense brilliance. The fierce glow that had commanded respect and awe gradually faded, replaced by a softer, more subdued light. The eyes that once exuded an overwhelming sense of control and authority now gave way to a gentler expression.

In their place, her eyes glimmered with a deep, oceanic blue, as profound and mysterious as the depths of the sea. This new hue was a striking contrast to the previous display of strength. The blue eyes radiated a soothing, moonlit calmness, embodying love, servitude, and a nurturing grace. They reflected the tranquil light of the moon, offering a sense of peace and protection in the midst of the storm's fury.

Simultaneously, her human ears seemed to vanish as if blown away by the gusting wind. In their place, two elegant, snowy white fox-like ears emerged atop her head. These new ears, with their pristine fur and delicate form, accentuated her mystical and serene transformation.

The shift from violet to blue eyes marked a transition from raw power to serene gentleness. Where the violet eyes had commanded awe and authority, the blue eyes now conveyed a soothing presence, embodying a protective and loving spirit amidst the relentless storm.

Amidst the relentless storm, the goddess-like figure, radiant even in the chaos, murmured softly

"You certainly have grown a lot in these five years... Master!"

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Her voice, though low, carried a hint of profound affection and joy. A wide smile stretched across her face, a reflection of the happiness at this long-awaited reunion. However, the contrast was stark: her fox-like ears, usually a symbol of grace and elegance, drooped in a gesture of sorrow or perhaps distress, betraying her inner turmoil.

She moved closer to the boy lying in the clearing, who was in a pitiful state—his clothes torn and ragged, his hair matted with mud and rain, and his legs submerged in the cold water pooling around him. The rain continued to pour relentlessly, soaking him through and making the already dire situation worse.

Gently, she lowered herself to sit beside him, her eyes never leaving his face. Her gaze was filled with concern and affection as she observed him, her thoughts racing with worry.

'Master, What should I do now? He remains in such a deep slumber, and he's getting soaked. I can't touch him without his permission... can I?'

Her heart ached with a deep sense of urgency and helplessness as she struggled to find a way to protect him from the harsh elements.

Desperation overtook her as she watched the rain continue to drench him. Master... She blinked, only to realize tears were streaming down her cheeks.

'I can feel my master's emotions, can't I? Then why... Why is he in such sorrow?'

The tears she shed mirrored her confusion and sorrow, as she grappled with the overwhelming sense of his suffering despite the separation.

Her fox ears twitched with distress, and her eyes, filled with an oceanic blue glow, reflected a mixture of love and helplessness. The storm raged on around them, but within the small, fragile space of the clearing, her focus remained solely on her master, torn between her desire to act and the constraints imposed upon her.

Suddenly, a clause from her memory surfaced in her mind.

"If you find something you wish to do and Kaito doesn't refuse it, you are free to act. And anyway, it's not so bad to face a bit of punishment from your master once in a while, is it?"

With this recollection guiding her, she moved with newfound resolve and a bit flushed cheeks. Her hands, trembling yet determined, reached towards her master. The action was delicate, as if she were about to pick up a precious piece of cake with her bare hands.

Tears still glistened in her eyes, her fox ears drooped sadly, and a faint flush of pink colored her cheeks. Carefully, she slid her slender hands beneath his head and abdomen, lifting him with gentle strength.

As she cradled him, her face came close to his, casting a shadow over his features. Where raindrops had previously dampened his face, now her own tears began to fall, mingling with the rain as they soaked his cheeks.

After carefully lifting him into her arms, she felt an unusual warmth emanating from her body, contrasting sharply with the coolness of the surrounding storm. "Why... why does Master have to endure so much pain?" she whispered to herself, her voice laced with sorrow.

Holding her beloved master close, she navigated through the grassy expanse, the lush greenery now seeming almost to fade in comparison to the urgency of her task. She made her way to a slightly elevated platform where several trees stood, their branches heavy with rain.

Reaching the base of one of the trees, she turned her back to it, seeking support. With deliberate care, she slid down the tree trunk, her movements slow and deliberate, as if trying to protect the fragile moment between them. She settled herself against the rough bark, her posture a careful blend of strength and gentleness. Her master's head rested against her left shoulder, mere centimeters away from her own, making her body even warmer and than before, their closeness a soothing balm amid the storm's chaos.

Amidst the relentless downpour of rain and tears, she drew even closer to her master, her heart breaking with every shuddering breath. The torrential flood of her emotions mingled with the rain, her face streaked with both her tears and the storm's fury. With her voice barely more than a whisper, trembling with raw, unrestrained anguish, she declared,

"You're not alone, Master... I am right here by your side and will be.....as long as you want...My Lord!!"

Her words were a desperate plea, a heartfelt vow that transcended the storm's chaos. Each syllable was heavy with her profound grief and boundless devotion, echoing the depth of her commitment to stand beside him through every trial, no matter how fierce the tempest or how deep the despair.