One fine day, you were going to the martial arts arena to practice and you were only 8 years old at that time. When you arrived you saw a boy about your age practicing alone. You walked closer and waved at him. But he ignored you and continued to practice with the sword. A few days after meeting him, you started moving to his room to play more because he was injured and you often came to change his bandages. Every time he goes crazy in pain, you are always by his side at that time. Gradually, he got used to you coming to visit. Today you came over again and he held out his hand Swanhaden: Hey, change the bandage. You always push me down to bandage me anytime, right !?