Everyone called Giovanni special.
“…….”
Perhaps that was a fact no one could deny.
Giovanni had been born beneath sunlight even within a dark, windowless room. During the cold winter, he grew beneath warm rays on a bed positioned where sunlight could never reach. Even as an infant whose reason had yet to form, he performed miracles great and small as though it were only natural.
A son sent by the Sun. Healing power filled with sunlight. Words and gazes that brought warmth even in winter. Seeing these things, people made Giovanni their god, their Apostle, and their hero.
“…G-Gio.”
“Shouldn’t someone go speak to him?”
“If we leave him like that….”
Thus, Giovanni had always been special.
“Gio.”
“…….”
“Hunter Seo Gio.”
“…….”
“…Do you need healing?”
“No.”
Only those children had made him a single human being. He loved that humble daily life with the same weight of feeling with which he loved every life he had passed through.
“I am all right.”
They may have viewed him as a respected teacher and beloved benefactor, but Giovanni had received immeasurable joy and peace from his students as well. He too had been blessed by them.
“I know the way.”
“Hunter Seo Gio…?”
“I can hear a heartbeat.”
Giovanni’s love was vast, but he knew resentment too. He hated the people who had hurt him. He hated the villagers who forced him to part from his students. He hated the…