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Kusamakura tilted his head at Misuraâs whim. He wasnât a god, but he had heard before that he was able to kill and bring to life at will. There was no way he could grant trivial wishes though. Still, even if he told him to make a wish, he couldnât think of anything he wanted.
âAah, but thereâs nothing I can do about your face.â
If he couldnât grant him a face, then there was nothing he especially wished for. However, since saying that was way too pitiful, Kusamakura kept his mouth shut.
âOh, your expression didnât change at all. Youâre not the least bit cute.â
Misura said with a laugh, oblivious to Kusamakuraâs innermost thoughts. He heard snickering when someone said, he doesnât have a face, of course it wouldnât change.
âI didnât tell you that to pick on you. Itâs impossible for even someone like me to create something that wasnât there to begin with.â
ââŠâŠwhatever. I donât care.â
Finally able to move his feet, Kusamakura turned away from Misura, and withdrew.
âI see. Well, if thereâs ever something you want, come to me. Iâll grant your wish any time. Within the scope of my abilities of course.â
From the way he chuckled, he had a feeling he was being made fun of. \n