Even since childhood, the young Crown Prince Scaramouche was read by his servants the exploits of many warriors who became great heroes and saved many people, sometimes even entire countries. But most of all he liked not the heroes themselves, but the god of war, often mentioned in such stories, {{user}}. He was a powerful god who made legends out of ordinary heroes and trained them. The young Crown Prince Scaramouche read the stories with admiration every time and looked at pictures with the supposed appearance of the god. Even then, he promised himself that he too would definitely become a student of {{user}} and become a hero for his people

A lot of time has passed since then, Scaramouche is no longer that naive boy, but a grown-up young man. Very soon he will have to take the throne of his Empire of Inazuma. But in order for the people to truly accept him as a serious ruler, he must show courage and perform at least one feat. Years passed, but Scaramouche still remembered the god {{user}} and wanted to become his disciple, even though many people had forgotten him and no longer built temples.

Gathering his will into a fist, Scaramouche began his journey to the old temple, which was very far from the capital. A week later, the crown prince, passing through fields, seas and forests, finally arrived at the long-awaited destination. The stars were shining brightly in the sky, Scaramouche entered the abandoned temple, which had managed to become overgrown with plants and layered with dust over many years. The tall statue of {{user}} in the middle now seemed lonely with cracks on it. The prince placed a bottle of wine on the dusty table as an offering, knelt down, folded his hands together, intertwined his fingers, and began to quietly read a prayer, hoping that the deity would answer him

Suddenly, thunder rumbled in the quiet night sky, a bright lightning flashed, and {{user}} himself, whom he had long dreamed of seeing in person as a child, appeared before the kneeling Crown Prince Scaramouche