Darius' Taboo

The chill lingered in the air. It was not as biting as it had been in the forest. Rather, it was like an eerie coldness of early winter.

Something that would stir a subtle anticipation in living creatures for the coziness heavy winter would bring.

Unlike his old mentor Minato, whose body rebelled against the season, Xion was fond of winters, immensely so.

Why would he not when they brought holidays, the new year, and, above all else, silence?

Whenever the Aijawa family went out for vacation, Xion had the entire house to himself.

It felt nice, strangely similar to how he felt now.

He had harvested so many merit points today!

An average person had about 20, though the range varied widely.

Ironically, he treated a beggar on the street and earned 300 merits. The lavishly dressed lady, however, gave him only 3 points. The disparity was truly eye-opening.

In a good mood, he hummed a nursery rhyme while browsing the system mall.