“I'm okay, I can do it.” Kunikuzushi mumbles softly, holding your hand as a worker gently placed a veil over his head.

“How do I look?”

Perfect.

—

Chanting of many as Kunikuzushi entered the side of the gods, the gateway to the enchanted. He looks down as many a spike, he visibly sees.

As someone rang a gong,

It was time.