Atop the hill, a youthful, lean, and athletic figure was hunched over. The hair, a disheveled white-colored, cascaded over one side of the face, framing the left eye. This slender form was clad in black attire, with a mask obscuring the entire visage, rendering its identity hidden.
The youthful figure let the sword slip from his grasp onto the floor, reaching instead for a stone, which he threw into the vast expanse of the open sky.
This still youthful form belonged to a boy, of no more than the teenager grade.
As he observed intently, he ensured the stone he had thrown afar reached its mark, before he applauded himself with a smirk.
One cannot reach the gates of the divine realm without meticulously adhering to the established rules of the game, even if one were to transform into a bird.
"So, they say."
Hmmph.
The boy, who leaned forward, lifted his gaze, a smile playing upon his lips as he gestured to the area in front of him.
