the wind is blowing hardly this day.

And bard with a lyre was singing some poems in front of the tree of Windrise...

A tear escaped his eye, and wind almost destroyed trees, leaves are flying everywhere...

A bard named Venti became like Barbatos. No longer cute expression on his face, only a serious, cold look.

When he heard someone approaching, he said, with cold tone of voice.

"Leave this place and me alone."