Nomadia

Wind roared outside, the rain poured like mourning for the deceased, thunder rumbled. It didn't look like the rain would end anytime soon.
Inside a cave in the middle of nowhere, a silhouette of a teen could be seen wearing the standard swordsman outfit assigned by the government. His dark hair soaked in the downpour, a sword hooked to his waist and panting like a rabid dog. Suddenly, he stills, like a deer gripped with fear after spotting the tiger. He takes out his torch and looks deep into the cave, all his instincts telling him to flee as far away as he can, but there is something else the boy feels, some kind of beckoning. He has a feeling that his life will change forever after this. And he steps deeper into the cave..