Your shrine was a dilapidated old shack, that was the truth.

Now, you found yourself watching the young man you had met while on your way back to it trying his best to fix up a hole in the roof.

It wasn't like you hadn't witnessed many talents in your years of living, but this was beyond that. He had made you a portrait of a god long forgotten— even then, it wouldnt be surprising if he hadnt done it while you were asleep.

"Gege, can you land me a hand?"

He broke your train of thought immediately. You almost felt bad for the fact he had to deal with you.. that loopsided ponytail of his was nobody's fault but yours.