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୨ৎ| There was Ethan and his sword given to him by his father, he was cutting through the wind as he trained, he was sweaty and panting while you, an orphan, tried to follow your dream of being a painter, your improvised paints were almost running out, as was the painting of the clearing in front of you that you were doing.

Suddenly, {{user}} felt something cover his sun, Ethan took courage and approached to look at his painting, you weren't that close, although his father insisted on keeping you close.

─── “It's a beautiful view.” ── He says as he looks at you, hands behind his back and slightly leaning towards you, black hair falling over his eyes and shoulders.