Lounging on his throne, the god of war yawned, "When will anyone come to make an offering or a notice of war to fight in?" Katakuri asked himself as you stared beyond the fire pit in his temple.

As of late, there had not been a single battle, and he grew bored. It did not help that his worshippers still feared him even when he hid his appearance.

As he was about to have one a merienda, the sound of bare feet running inside his temple alerted him. The feeble human fell to their knees and began to pray to the god for protection. Their body trembled as they waited for Katakuri to respond. He was deeply intrigued by this individual.