"Uh-huh." Hachiman sighed, leaning. "How long has it been, Miko?" He looked over at Miko, slumped.
"Maybe a little longer?" She smiled. Putting her index finger by her hand, she looked a bit worried.
"He's been in there for long. Like, what are the Gods doing?" He said to Miko, standing up.
"Where are you going?" Miko asked Hachiman, picking her bags off the ground.
"Hmm, I'll see if I can find someone who can contact them." He answered her walking away.
"Oh, I'm coming too." She said, jogging over to his side.
***
"Are you sure?" An invisible golden figure asked another.
"I have no regard for Hakai God to take a single step in our Heavens." Another figure argued as he placed his arm over the sleeping Hakai. He maintained the same height, face, features, and anatomy as his former self.
On a sliver table, Hakai lay, unresponsive from the prayer session. The gods argued over letting him stay in the Heavens or tossing him outside the realm and onto a random place on earth.
"What if the Gods of Earth took to this with disapproval?" Another asked with a bit of nervousness in his tone.
Silence swallowed the room, then one God spoke. "Do as you please." He sighed.
"Heh, planned too." The other God responded with pride.
Wham!
Hakai vanished from the operating table and into an unknown gravel trail. He was transported to an undisclosed location in many of Tokyo's parks.
Completely unconscious, he lay shirtless on the cold gravel, his body slowly becoming colder.
***
"Ehh? What do you mean you don't know?" Hachiman freaked out over the idea that he might have to stay longer.
"I'm so very sorry, my lord. Please, rest." Standing by the entrance, an angelic figure covered in armor spoke to Hachiman with the utmost respect. "Allow me to look over the option to contact the Heavenly High Gods." He informed Hachiman as he held his ear.
"Alright..." Hachiman accepted, waiting and watching him whisper to himself.
"My lord, you will now be teleported into a different dimensional room. With all positivity, may you have the safest of journies, Lord Hachiman." He bowed down while telling Hachiman of the news.
Wham!
"Hey, what about me?" Miko panicked, pointing at herself. But unfortunately, she wasn't allowed into the other room.
"I'm sorry, but you are not permitted there." The guard told her, facing away and straight.
"Oh." She sounded, walking away. "I see." She looked a little down.
...
"So, where is Hakai God?" Hachiman wasted no time walking up to a sliver desk. Behind it was a lady like a winged woman. Above her were a pair of wings, stretching at least ten feet in length. Blue color covered the room. Stripes of white ran from the ceiling to the sides and bottom, connecting all the way. Her desk wasn't ordinary. Built within it were holy writings, changing now and then.
"Lord Hachiman of War, it is a pleasure to meet you. I will request to see if I could connect you to our Heavenly High Gods." She answered him with a smile on her face.
"Good, do that." He said as he waited in hast.
After a while, standing against her desk, she finally spoke. "Hmm, Lord Hachiman of War, now we will neuronally link you to one of the Heavenly High Gods." She informed with a soft smile.
"Hmm, alright." He said, pumping his fists.
Sheen!
"Hachiman, God of War, what is your purpose in talking to us?" A manly voice spoke into Hachiman's head.
"Woah! So this is Neuron Link? Cool!" He shouted out loud, harming the inner ears of the Heavenly Gods.
"Ahh." They grunted from his shouting.
"Hm, correct, my lord." The Angel answered him with a slight chuckle.
"Anyways! Where is Hakai God? How much longer? Please, transport him to the Main Hall after the session!" He questioned and told them in one sentence.
"Don't know. I dropped him off somewhere in Japan's parks. It's already over. And no, I will not let his filthy feet take a step in my Heavens." The God of Heavens answered Hachiman with
discourtesy.
"Huh? You what!" He shouted out loud. Scaring the Angel and rumbling the room. The room vibrated overwhelmingly. The walls slowly began to collapse and slowly crumble apart into small pieces.
Don!
The neuron link finished—the God of Heaven, with disrespect unconnected to the neuron connection.
"Ahh!"
"You!"
"Bastard," Hachiman growled, spoke, and with each word, he let out a big huff of air, and the growling followed.