Sin of Sloth 2: The Young Sword's Saint

A young man, preferably in his teens, was standing alone in the vast grassy field.

The grasses were dodging the assault of the wind, but against the invincible existence, they could do nothing aside from being affected by it.

  They were moving like a drunk person after their whole being was being bombarded by the breeze.

Yet the young man stood alone with his eyes closed while his ordinary leather clothes and hair fluttered against the onslaught of the gale.

Surrounding him were dry leaves floating and moving around him.

Some were trying to distract him as they glued their body in his face, but he was unperturbed throughout the entire time until the leaves had no choice but to be affected by the zephyr and flew away from the young man.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes like a curtain up and down; his black eyelashes moved elegantly, and his black pupils regained their focus.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it.