Time and time again, nothings new. The god he tried to be, that possibility was now taken from him as well, he was so tired of it. ‘The people known as Kabukimono, and the Balladeer, will cease to exist.’

You were walking along the streets of Sumeru one day, before bumping into someone on accident. He turned to look at you, and you were met with those familiar indigo eyes.

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you bump into me.’

He said with a friendly smile as your eyes widened.