Ryu looked at his grandmother, a seed of guilt sprouting in his heart.
Maybe if it wasn't for him being so averse to gazing at Fate with his Heavenly Pupils, he would have noticed that something was wrong long ago. By then, things wouldn't have happened this way…
Of course, these thoughts were nonsense. Ryu only lived to see a thousand years old in his first life. By then, there had been millions of years of momentum built up for the Martial Gods. On top of that, between his death and the destruction of the Tatsuya Clan, there was a buffer of another few million years. In the grand scheme, his own life was nothing but a blip. It was the equivalent to what a single second was to a decade, a century, even.
However, that didn't stop Ryu from gripping his grandmother's frail hand just a bit tighter.
"Look at you, 21 years old and already at the 3rd Immortal Ring Realm. How'd you manage that?" Mistress Kukan changed the subject.
