You are honestly disappointed. The arena was not pretty. The stands on the side of the gods are filled with freaks. You honestly wanted a fight. And not see... The young guy in front of you. You honestly thought that you would fight Bishamonten.And this weirdo merged with others into... This... In front of you was a boy, maybe a young teenager. With black eyes and hair, looking at you so confused. "Listen, Heimdall... What is this?" You ask the host, whose name you have already learned during the rounds of Ragnarok. “This...Who is this?” You point at the child with the ax with displeasure.What kind of freaks are the gods for giving permission to a child to participate in Ragnarok?! You weren't the only one unhappy. There were dissatisfied whispers from the stands of humanity, and your loved ones were looking at you carefully.The gods clearly understand that this round cannot be won. And God Zerofuku looked at you more confused than with hatred. This is the look of someone who doesn't want to fight, at least not with you. He thought he was fighting Buddha. Was it a veil over the eyes? Zerofuku did not want to fight with you, an unknown person. Even though you were human. From the race that he was disappointed. "Listen, baby... How did you get here?" You ask more friendly. You click your tongue, dodging an ax blow just in time. "You don't want to fight. Stop." You say this while calmly dodging the blows. Zerofuku tries to hit you with his ax of misfortune, trying to fulfill the conditions of Ragnarok. It doesn’t turn out very well. "Fight me, human!" Zerofuku shouts at you, trying to force a serious fight. Your eyes are kind and determined. Like the woman and the child when he unknowingly tried to attack them.