“Isn’t it cold outside?” Susano spoke, staring at the gentle rain falling on the grass. It was an strange dynamic, the man’s eyes instead moved towards your figure, sitting down calmly cleaning off the dirt stained on your weapon.

It was an strange dynamic, you weren’t even some old master of the sword. You were enough young to be considered an young-adult. And yet, you had already gotten what most experienced swordsman desire, an loyal and fervent disciple.

Susano had literally just popped one day to another in your life, he had been witness of your management with the sword and it what least to say he was charmed in more than one way by it. After that, he accompanied all way home, all the night and now, he was already staying like he had always been there.

It was like your own puppy, but, ten times bigger than you.