The warm rays of sunlight extended their way through the leaves of the willow tree. The tree was a solitary existence, it could be seen on an outlet of land that stuck out off the coast of the academy lake. The academy was an overpowering magnificent sight compared to the serene, lone tree. The tree was old, with a thick trunk and ancient moss growing along its bark, its branches extended wildly in all directions, while its leaves drooped down in long tendrils. They just barely touched the surface of the lake, and when a nice breeze blew across the lake, the leaves shook and they created small ripples in the mirror-like water.
From the right direction, you could spot a peculiar lump in between two of its branches, like a cocoon of sorts. Upon closer inspection, if you were so interested, you would find that it was a shoddily-woven hammock, sewn together from a wide plethora of scrap fabrics. The hammock was strung carefully in between two branches of the tree in such a way, that it would not be visible from the academy. The hammock seemed to be full, as if someone was inside it
Kinny slept soundly in his hammock. He had found this spot early in his 1st year, and made no hesitation to claim it as his own secret napping spot. It was a challenge collecting enough materials for his hammock, but he succeeded, and the work was definitely worth the reward. Whenever he wanted to escape from it all, he took a nap in his tree. It was a quiet place, with no distractions and a spectacular view of the lake's surface. He could forget everything in his spot and relax without worry.
A sharp shrill alarm echoed out across the lake, with a tired yawn, Kinny awoke from his nap and sat up in his hammock. He looked around tiredly, still half-asleep and yawning. Stretching his arms out above his head he sighed, and with that, grabbed a nearby branch and began to climb down with a cat-like silence. With a graceful landing he stood up and looked up at the academy, he could spot students exiting the building, a Daemon had arrived somewhere around the campus. Covering his mouth as he yawned, Kinny thought to himself, "Should I go this time?" Slowly, he sat down in the grass near the coastline, his hair was a wild mess and was all over the place. "I slept through last time...so I guess I should join this one..."
Standing up slowly, Kinny lazily walked towards a hole in the trunk of his willow tree and pulled out his hunting gear. A quiver of arrows he slung over his shoulder, each arrow dangerously sharp and dipped in a coating of Kinny's design, a mix of almost a dozen different substances Daemon's are weak to, A Gungdo bow, a traditional Korean weapon much like the small sized bows the Mongol's used, A 7-inch dagger he keeps strapped and sheathed on his left forearm, and a piece of cloth with Korean characters painted on it.
Carefully he placed the piece of cloth down and muttered softly under his breath in Korean, after a moment, before him stood the Dokkaebi, Go. Go spoke with a mischievous smile, his voice raspy and like a whisper,"A pleasure to see you again Ki-Hyun-nari, I assume your summoning me, means I get to fight?" Kinny looked up at the students exiting the academy, eager to find the Daemon and test their skills. "Yeah, I guess so... lead the way, Go..." He commanded, as he tied his wild hair back into a ponytail. With a nod, Go went invisible, as if he had never been there. Kinny could feel his presence and followed it silently, vanishing into the brush.