[Simple swords, given life by someone called a saniwa....are saniwas like Japanese immortals? Hm.
His smile dampens only slightly at the mention of his past--it was a long time ago, after all, and in the safety of reality there isn't anything around that could bring back that pain.]
My story is...well, you know I was a prince once. A prince of a country, and then its patron god. But that country was on its last legs, and naive as I was, I sacrificed my godhood trying to save it.
...I'd regained my position as a god shortly before I came here, actually--though I suppose "god of scrap" still suits me as a title, all things considered. [Aha...hahaha...]
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His smile dampens only slightly at the mention of his past--it was a long time ago, after all, and in the safety of reality there isn't anything around that could bring back that pain.]
My story is...well, you know I was a prince once. A prince of a country, and then its patron god. But that country was on its last legs, and naive as I was, I sacrificed my godhood trying to save it.
...I'd regained my position as a god shortly before I came here, actually--though I suppose "god of scrap" still suits me as a title, all things considered. [Aha...hahaha...]