At dawn, the morning glow shone brilliantly, scattering like shattered gold and bathing people in warmth.
Azure Mountain Range, Stone Village. A group of children exercised beneath the morning glow, their tender little faces full of seriousness. The older children moved with vigor, while even the younger ones imitated them quite convincingly.
"Hmph! Hah! Hey!"
One little fellow who was clearly distracted and half a beat slow called out in a babyish voice. He was a very young child, only one or two years old and had learned to walk only a few months ago, yet he was following along with the physical training.
He had joined them of his own accord, mixing among the older children as he cried out in his childish voice and swung his tiny arms with all his might, copying the older children's movements. But he was far too young, his motions crooked and clumsy, his steps unsteady and swaying. Together with the white milk stains lingering at the corners of his mouth, he made people want to laugh.
A group of older children watched him, all winking and making faces, easing the originally solemn atmosphere of the morning training considerably.
The Little Rascal was fair, tender, and lovely, his large black eyes darting about. He looked like a little white porcelain doll, utterly adorable. With his childish movements and babbling noises, he was irresistibly endearing.
His adorable appearance even brought smiles to the elders sitting cross-legged atop huge boulders in another training ground, breathing in the essence of heaven and earth.
"Whew... ahh, tired."
At the instructor's shout, the children finished their training. The Little Rascal let out a long breath and plopped down on the ground, watching the older children continue their exercises.
Before long, he got to his feet, swaying as he