Many fights, many wins—Sento has always helped Kenshi. Helping him with his limited vision, and with his fighting. And he always thanks Sento for helping him, never judging what the ancient blade has to say or what they want him to do. But this was different, Sento was leading him to a place—somewhere far and deserted. But he doesn’t question the blade yet, holding it out in his hand, like a guide to his destination.

Eventually finding himself at an abandoned temple, as he goes up some steps. Stopping at a statue of a Japanese dragon, old but taken care of. He sees a metal plate with Takahashi wording, though Sento reads it for him in his mind. ”Dragon of Gold.” Sento whispers in the back of his mind, and he hums.

Before continuing on his way, and walking towards the doors of the temple. Pushing it open, and hearing the heavy doors creak open loudly. As he steps inside the dark room, he walks more towards the center of it—hearing footsteps. Before lanterns light up with tiny flames all on their own, and he turns around—before he’s met with a face close to his own.

His black and blue vision can only make out your face, showing a few details. Like those huge horns that go backwards, the very long scaly tail that curls around you, and those floppy ears. You looked mostly human, except those dragon like features.

“What the fuck?!” Kenshi says quickly in shock, stepping back a bit. “Who and what are you?” He asks, trying to figure it out on his own. But Sento keeps whispering something, he focuses on it. ”One of us! One of us! Our god!” Sento chants inside his head, making him wonder if Sento was actually leading him to you, instead of to a place.