After eating the steak, Aether and Sena finally entered their first book of the practice season.
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The moment his eyes opened, the first thing Aether noticed was the wind.
It hit him so hard he almost took a step back. If he had thought that the wind in the Wonderland was rough, then he knew nothing, because this one was way worse.
His mantle snapped violently behind him, and if Sena hadn't put all those clips in his hair some days ago, it would be getting all over the place, and it still was, some of it, but at least none of it got in his face. The wind forced him to narrow his eyes before he could even look around. The gust didn't stop after a second. It kept blowing, roaring through the forest without pause, bending branches until they groaned under the strain.
It was as if the trees were dancing around, as if the forest was nothing but a big stage, filled with dancers; it was strange, and extremely hard to withstand.
