[PP-F2] Hills (Nirvana, Toothpick)

[Helios 0]

Sitting upon a large hill was a young, tall man. He was leaned up against an oak tree with his emerald green eyes shut tightly. Helios, the boy I've mentioned, wore his usual school-like uniform and had his scimitar at hand. The wind brushed through his black hair as he yawned. After doing some exploring on floor 4, he decided it would be fun to travel back down to the second floor to relax. Actually, it was the exact opposite. He was dreadfully bored and couldn't think of a single thing to do. The boy flopped over onto his stomach and groaned. All he could hear, other than the wind, was the loud, annoying boars that roamed the grassland beneath him. Their obnoxious voices made Helios want to slay each and every one of them, and he definitely would have if he had a better weapon. Unfortunately, he was stuck with the sword he was given when he entered the death game. To be completely honest, the noirette wasn't in the best of moods. It was most likely because he was tired though, since he had been sitting in that spot doing absolutely nothing for the entire day. He stuck his scimitar back in it's sheath, since he had taken it out to play with earlier that day, and began to roll down the hill, for no reason whatsoever. Of course, he never noticed the large rock that was lying in his path, so he rolled right into it. It was shaped like a ramp, and since Helios had built up enough speed from the roll down, he managed to launch himself up the rock and further down the hill. Quickly, the boy fell, hitting the ground and causing him to groan in agony. "Why did I do that." he sighed.