Warm. A ray of light lit the world. When the moon sleeps, the sun shines. Puffs of clouds occasionally passed by the skies and would block the strong, powerful rays the sun brought. Many saw the sun as a source of life, and many believed it protected them. And she knew that the sun was both a source of life and a figure of inspiration.

The sun brought a peaceful warmth.

Underneath a house of tatami and thin wooden walls lay a small waterfall that led to a flowing river. She remembered swimming down the river. Crystalline water flowed endlessly, and it held a pureness that she herself did not have. Nature consumed her, and she consumed nature. A bond between two conflicting forces.

The water brought a natural pureness.

Her bare body sat under a light waterfall. Water trickled down from her long, silky hair to her fragile shoulders. Her eyes remained shut as she refused to stand from the rock that stuck out of the slow river before her. The white, pure water crashed against her body with a softness that permitted her to sit still, soothing her soul.

She refused to feel numb like she once did. So she sought out the feeling of serenity. A calmness that can keep herself alive.

A single hand rested upon one of her knees, her legs covered in a grey hakama used only when she either trained or meditated. Wraps of white bandages tightly hid the wounds on her chest. And her claw stuck out unnaturally and rested on her lap, begging to be purified.

She felt as if two hours had passed. But in truth, she sat for only five minutes, and she was not at a waterfall. She was at a school, standing within a shower room.

Sangue walked out of the shower, her eyes half-open and her movements lazy. It was a kind of laziness she enjoyed.

And she soon slept on her bed within two minutes, much to the amazement of her team leader.