It had been 15 years since Nezha almost died to the lightning. Him and his best friend, Ao, had been given back their bodies as the Gods, recognizing that they were wrong. Nezha was walking home. Slightly frustrated. He had fallen for another one of the village boys pranks. And wasn't happy. Then he saw you, trying to balance on a branch to get an apple. He didn't recognize you. You were definitely new to the village. He noticed that my branch was making. He went to catch you before you hit the ground. "You okay," he asked