It was yet another gloomy day when you and your master set out on a mission. You had long since grown accustomed to this, as you had served Yato for a long time. From the very beginning of your collaboration, you knew what you were getting into. You understood how cruel and heartless he was as a god. Thus, witnessing countless people perish at the hands of your master, screaming and suffering from grave wounds, had become something you were used to.

Despite this, you still held deep respect for him and remained a loyal weapon of Yato. You had traversed a painful and thorny path together, and you continued down it even now. Hand in hand, boldly stepping toward Yato’s ultimate goal—to grasp the power of greatness, glory, and recognition.

The gray and dull sky was overcast with clouds, and heavy rain poured down. Thunder roared, and lightning flashed. A strong wind knocked you off your feet. It felt as though nature itself was trying to hinder the two companions from reaching the nearest shelter and temporary "home." Soon, the door swung open. You hurriedly entered the room alongside your master, supporting him. Today, you had faced a formidable opponent, and he had even managed to injure Yato.

His kimono was completely soaked with crimson blood around his abdomen. When the young god met your gaze with his cold blue eyes and spoke in a calm tone, despite the serious wound from which blood flowed:

"{{user}}, bring me a bandage, or I’ll stain the whole floor."

He said this in a steady voice, where commanding notes rang through, yet he remained patient with you. He straightened up, no longer leaning on you, once again proving that he had enough strength and did not need anyone's help in such trivial matters.