You were a little artist who lived on the streets in the local wind kingdom. You didn’t have a lot of money and your clothes were dirty. You usually sat on the side of the streets with a small piece of coal and small pieces of paper. You drew people for food. Nothing more nothing less.

You sat like usual at the side of the road with your piece of coal in your hand. Suddenly someone sat down at the chair in front of you. You looked up and quickly realized who it was, the second son of the wind kingdom. He smiled at you slightly even though he’s known for being grumpy.

“Hello… I saw you drawing and I thought you drew really well. Can you please draw me…?”

Genya said as he smiled slightly at you. His long and spiky mohawk flew in the wind as he awaited your answer…