In the aftermath of the emotional encounter with Haru's adoptive family, the trio of brothers sought solace and renewal in the nurturing embrace of the isles. Determined to bring back a sense of lightheartedness to their lives, they decided to spend a day training their combat skills amidst the refreshing rain, a natural phenomenon that embraced them with its gentle touch.
As the sky darkened and rain clouds gathered, Hoshi, Haru, and Juancho ventured into a spacious meadow. The raindrops began to fall, sprinkling the world with a rhythmic melody. Their spirits lifted as they stepped into the rain, their laughter echoing through the air.
"Doesn't this feel good? Having the raindrops directly hit your skin?" Hoshi asked his friends with a huge smile plastered on his pale face.
Haru and Juancho exchanged glances, their faces lighting up with delight. They nodded in agreement, their laughter mingling with the patter of raindrops.
"You're right, Hoshi! It's invigorating!" Haru exclaimed, tilting his head back to feel the rain on his face. "It's like nature's way of rejuvenating us."
Juancho twirled in a circle, arms outstretched, embracing the raindrops that drenched his clothes. "I feel so alive!"
Hoshi chuckled, the raindrops shimmering on his white hair. "Indeed. The rain cleanses not just our bodies, but also our spirits. It connects us to the world around us, reminding us of our place in the grand tapestry of nature."
With enthusiasm, they resumed their training amidst the gentle downpour. The raindrops acted as their partners, heightening their senses and infusing their movements with a sense of fluidity and grace. They leaped, spun, and struck with an effortless harmony, their laughter blending with the rhythm of the falling rain.
Haru's agile form weaved through the raindrops, his movements swift and precise. He executed a series of quick punches and kicks, each strike finding its mark with accuracy. The rain intensified his focus, blurring the line between the physical and the ethereal.
Hoshi twirled his stone staff, the droplets of rain cascading off its polished surface. With each spin, he created a mesmerizing dance, deflecting imaginary attacks and striking the air with controlled power. His movements flowed seamlessly, as if he were an extension of the rain itself.
Juancho, the youngest among them, embraced the rain's energy with uncontainable joy. He leaped and somersaulted, his body moving in unpredictable patterns. His acrobatic maneuvers blended with the rain's rhythm, creating a spectacle of agility and grace.
As they trained, their laughter filled the meadow, merging with the sounds of splashing water and the rustling leaves. Their banter and playful taunts echoed through the rain-laden air, adding a vibrant energy to their training session.
Haru challenged Hoshi with a lightning-fast strike, but the forest deity effortlessly parried it with his staff. They engaged in a spirited sparring match, their movements a blur of speed and precision. Their laughter intermingled with the crackling sound of their staffs colliding.
Meanwhile, Juancho practiced his flips and twists, improvising daring aerial maneuvers that pushed the limits of his abilities. He laughed heartily as he landed each acrobatic feat, his exhilaration contagious.
The rain continued to shower them with its gentle blessing, as if applauding their efforts and encouraging them to push further.
Suddenly, Hoshi stopped, not knowing if he was drenched of the rain or his sweat. His muscles didn't relax, though. He heard something in the wind, along with the raindrops.
"Haru, Juancho, do you guys hear this too?" He asked.
"Hear what, Hoshi?" Haru replied.
"Sounds like... wings flapping..." Hoshi looked at the sky for a moment, thinking about what he was hearing.
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The Ropen's Legacy
FantasíaHoshi, child of the skies and bringer of time, the young guardian of a forest finds himself against a new foe every day. Either because of his magic or because of himself.
