The angel and the willow tree

The palace

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Hiro must have not been hearing right. There is no possible way that he heard that correctly.

Hiro stood up and walked over to the old man. " I'm truly sorry, but can you repeat that for me." He kindly asked.

The man got out of his seat and walked over to Hiro. He put his hands on Hiro's shoulders and looked at him with a serious expression, almost the one of a worried parent. "You may believe it, you may not." He said sternly, " but that is the truth. You are a mage."

Hiro let go of the old man's grasp as he showed the expression of a confused child. He looked over at Sora for a fleeting moment of advice, but he too was lost in pure shock.

So, Hiro got ahold of his confidence and turned back to the man. "Even If I am a mage, I don't know how to use magic. I would only cause you concern and worry, you don't need me." Hiro began shying away from everyone. He was just a young boy from the suburbs of Kyoto. He never had any special qualities and he did not think he was very strong or courageous.

As Hiro thought this, he began recalling an unpleasant memory that brought chills down his spine.

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Hiro was walking down the road from school, it was pouring like cats and dogs outside. He had just gotten to the end of the sidewalk when a large guy, maybe just a year older than him came out of nowhere. He yelled to someone behind him about finding some pushover that he would enjoy hassling.

Another boy, around the same age as Hiro came walking practically out of the bushes and grabbed Hiro by the collar. "Hey Gaara good work, I know this kid his weird dad just died. I bet he's too depressed to mind getting a beating from us."

Hiro could feel his heart beating beneath his clothing. He could sense the blood rushing through his veins. He wanted to defend his dad, but he was scared that they would kill him if he did. Instead, he began yelling for help, he could see his classmates across the street staring at them. And yet, no one moved a muscle, no one seemed to care that he was going to get beat up. Since, no one cared about the strange kid who lived in the forest with his odd mom in their bizarre house. Hiro sighed, there was no use in calling out, no one would come anyway.

The two boys began punching Hiro's arms and legs as he fell to the ground. Then they begn kicking his stomach violently causing him to gag. "Please stop," he yelled, tears clotting his eyes. "Please stop!" He yelled once again as he began to slowly faint from the pain. He woke up with his head in the bushes and his bag soaking wet in the fountain.

That was the first time he was bullied so severely. He was only thirteen years old at the time.

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Sora looked at the velvet wallpaper around the house reminding him of his own home in Kyoto. It wasn't the happiest memory, but it did fill him with a sense of nostalgia. Sora then looked over at Hiro, the poor boy had just lost his house and his mother. And yet, he still seemed so calm and diligent in the matter.

Sora understood why Hiro would seem valuable in war. He's one of the few people in this world who don't let their emotions get the best of them. He couldn't quite figure out if that was a good or bad thing though.

Sora then noticed that Hiro had been staring at the ground for some time now. "Hiro are you alright.?" He asked, patting Hiro gently on the back. Hiro looked up at him, but with the eyes of someone who knew what pain felt like. "I'm fine Sora," He quickly restored himself, got out of the chair and walked over to the man. "So, when can I start my training?"