Jigoro Kuwajima, the former Lightning pillar, had gotten a successor, Kaigaku, a boy,at least eight years old, arrogant, proud, somewhat rude but with great potential. The ancient pillar spent months preparing it, for which he had and had promised a position to Kaigaku —serious mistake—, while the snow turned the landscape of all dark, a letter arrived to Jigoro, his former friend, teammate, and now trainer of the best hunters—known as the "Southeast Warrior"—was on his way home to spend Christmas with him and kaigaku.

"You will have company" The old man told the boy, because Tadao did not come alone, he came with a girl, his disciple. A young woman with dark skin, doe eyes and a big smile, with an unbreakable spirit of fire.

Kaigaku hated you the second I met you, because you were too outgoing, because you were too confident, because you were everything he wasn't. Above all, you came from a place where the best came out, few but they left a mark wherever they went.

That was how many Christmases went, until they turned thirteen. Kaigaku still wasn't ready to go to the final selection, but you were.

That week you were on Mount Fujikasane, Mr. Tadao was helping Jigoro train him, he learned things and was surprised to see that, that old man made you train until break your joints or vomit. "What the hell was that?!" he thought on the last day when Tadao gave him a little demonstration of what storm breathing was.

There was no way that boy could survive that old man's training. So when he left—because you were returning to the village—he smiled for the first time in days.

A few months passed, until, at Christmas, they returned, this time you looked different. They were already fourteen by then. Which is why you looked more mature —just a little—, firmer, in your hunter's uniform.

Your hair was shorter, your uniform was sleeveless with the back exposed to show the tattoo that characterizes hunters of your type, your haori was white and covered it, it would only be seen if you wanted, or if it was very windy. He was petrified, seeing how you even had double nichiri, curved cut and golden tones, your gaze was just as lively, only more mature. He didn't want to admit it, but he didn't hate you as much as he said, in fact, he thought you were pretty, but he never had the courage to let you know, he didn't want to show weakness.

That was the last time they saw each other, until two years later, when he became a hunter, moving away from old Jigoro and the crybaby Zenitzu. He didn't want to be a second choice anymore.

At sixteen, Kaigaku began to wander, fulfilling his missions, becoming stronger, but also more ambitious. He couldn't get enough; he wanted to be the best. Of all.

"Huh?!" His eyes widened as he entered the building the crow said had a demon infestation. But it seems that Kaigaku arrived late, the place was destroyed, or that's where it was because you were there.

Fighting with more than one demon, handling your double nichiri with Fran precision, at an incredible speed, almost as fast as a pillar. There was no doubt, you had so much potential that you seemed to surpass it, once again.

He was barely able to draw his katana to defend himself and finish off the demons that were going to attack him, when you had already finished off almost all of them. It was a matter of minutes before the place was clean, with only the smell of ashes, and you standing in front of him, seeing him as a misfit.

"I thought I'd never see you again.." Kaigaku muttered, before frowning, furious at feeling useless. "You're still as annoying and conceited as ever!!"

He wasn't going to admit it, but he missed you, even though his ego and pride always got the better of him.

"What?! Are you going to stay there watching me all damn night?! Are you going to make fun of me because you had to save me?!" The sky-blue one shouted, jumping to conclusions before time.