The village square was unusually empty today. Besides a small blue child with magenta feet, no one else was there.
The dark blue child with the yellow eyes was chasing a beach ball the size of himself. He leaped on top of it and tried to balance there, but he rolled right off.
The silence was broken by a single male voice.
"Meta! Meta Naito! META!!"
The child stopped in his tracks.
"Meta!"
A shadow appeared over the land, still far away. A circular shadow with bat wings was approaching the child at an alarming speed.
Suddenly, the shadow grew much larger as the owner of the shadow dive-bombed down, landing right in front of the frozen child.
Silver glowing oval eyes penetrated through the small one's mostly black eyes with white ovals and bright yellow crescents. The royal purple skin was certainly impressive, and navy blue feet somehow matched his lavender cheeks.
The child's bright pink cheeks flushed for a minute in embarrassment. He knew what was coming next.
"Meta! You are never to run away from home! What were you thinking, acting foolishly like that?"
Meta shuffled his feet uneasily, before saying in a small somewhat high voice, "Sorry, father. It won't happen again father. I promise. You can trust me to never run away again, father."
"And what's with that ball?" Meta's father's wings folded flat behind his back. "What did I tell you? Real men don't have balls!"
Meta looked up into his father's face rather sheepishly.
"Sorry, father…"
Out of nowhere, his father's sword emerged. In one deftly quick movement, the ball was separated into precise halves. Meta gulped.
"You're too old to be playing with balls! From now on," his father said, "you're learning swordplay. And that is not a game."
