According to the files he had read during his fourteen hour trip from the training village to the airport, his new student had recently lost his mother in a shipwreck at the Laptev Sea, close to the Khatanga Gulf, in a location very near the Ice Saint training grounds.Because of it, the kid had been rendered, an orphan.This is my version of the relationship between these two (something I always wanted to write).Based strongly on what we saw in the anime with LOTS of extra additions of the manga, and everything that Mr.Camus let out a snort of derision and shook his head, placing the photograph back into place while standing up. Camus didn’t want to get carried away but at twenty five and as one of the top warriors both at Sanctuary and at the Ice Saint quarters, he knew he for a potential problem.
On his way down the narrow stairs of the plane, both Hyoga and the Marshal clutched their hands around the lapels of their respective coats, noticing immediately the harsh cold air dangling around them.
Kurumada never used in the final version (these bits were fetched from the web -official sources and such).
All the rest –and by this I mean all the stuff not recognizable, is my own invention.
Behind him, near the control tower building, several soldiers went back and forth carrying supplies, loading the various military vehicles that Camus and the rest of the Ice Saint committee had parked at the hangar.
Every six month or so, the community traveled to the borders of the federal zone to re supply for the coldest months; an excellent opportunity to pick up the new trainee and carry him along with all the canned goods and medicines that were meant not only for the training facilities but also for the villages of Norvidk Bay and the Nenets camp up north. It circled the sky above the small airport twice until it landed noisily sending a few loose leaves upwards to the sky.
He lifted up his head placing a hand to partially cover his eyes from the sun, trying to find a sign of the delayed plane that was supposed to arrive an hour ago. Camus grabbed the documents on the little bench and ran towards the aircraft, standing very, very straight at a safe distance while adopting immediately a cold and distance ‘military stance’.