With the ongoing barrage of arrows directed at the gates of all the outer borders surrounding the Mikoto Clan.
Most of the warriors wearing white Yoroi in the western District were occupied with dealing with the anomaly.
Two warriors were busy assisting the fleeing crowd who was left at the scene under the order of their leader.
A young adult God holding his head, terrified as he was guided by a Yoroi warrior in white, kept on mumbling one word in repetition.
"M-Monster... Monster..."
He is undeniably afraid from the very core of his heart. Having gotten the attention of the guide, the warrior asked him to calm down as they made their way to an intersection.
"Hey! Keep yourself together! We're almost there!"
The young adult God slowly looked to his left to see the running Yoroi beside him.
"A-Almost t-there...?"
His words were shaky; his entire body was already on the brink of collapse, and as he heard the words of the warrior, his eyes widened, and his expression was in full denial of what they would soon encounter in their path.
"W-WHAT?! TAKE ME SOMEWHERE ELSE PLEASE!!!"
He knelt on two knees as he pleaded in tears hugging the whole leg of the warrior.
"W-Wait! Stop! If you do that!"
After holding his leg, the warrior tripped over. Making quite a ruckus, the other Yoroi warrior wearing the same fit of armour saw him down, with a young God tugging on his leg.
The warrior who was running on the opposite side went over to assist him.
"Hey! What seems to be the problem!"
She said in urgency, as she ran over to his side with haste.
The warrior who tripped over the cold floor turned his body to face the weeping God, hugging his entire leg with sheer force.
"This person suddenly pulled my leg causing me to trip over! Help me get him off of my leg!"
He said with urgency, as he requested a lending hand.
Meanwhile, at the top of the mountain. The God Of Spear, who was drinking a lot of booze, halted as he was about to enjoy his 51st barrel.
Something flashed right through his mind as he sensed something which was amiss happening at the foot of the mountain.
"Hey."
Voicing out towards the God of Archery.
"?... What is it God of Spear?"
The God of Spear averted his gaze towards the God of Archery.
"Where's the God of Sword?"
"I believe he said that he was about to buy something at the bottom of the mountain."
The God of Spear slowly stood up from his seat, putting his booze aside on the table.
"We're heading down. Pack your bag and get ready."
The God of Spear is riddled with battle scars over the past centuries of unending battles. Having built his mind and body to the fullest extent, he knew he was still lacking compared to the God of Sword.
His callous hand reached out to his spear, and as he was about to grab it, the God of Archery reached out his hand to stop him.
"What's happening right now, Spear?"
With the God of Spear facing the red Torii Gate, he shifted his head to his side, looking at the God of Archer.
"Can't you feel it?"
"Feel what exactly?"
"... Here I thought you have the keenest hearing and intuition among the Gods of weaponry..."
With the still ongoing celebration, in a matter of sense, none except the Sword and Spear knew full well what was happening outside.
The God of Archery tilted his head in confusion.
"What? Are you mocking me right now? Spear?"
"Archer. I do not wish to ruin Izanami and Izanagi's celebration. We'll handle their problem on their behalf."
Archer stared at him under the bask of the moonlight, filled with paper lanterns and a banquet of celebration; he loosened his grip. Letting Spear take his weapon.
With how serious Spear is making out of the situation, it should be said that Archer had a feeling that this would be their last banquet.
"Spear."
"What is it, Archer?"
"Are you sure that we don't need anymore help?"
Spear averted his gaze towards the starry night.
"We 3 should be enough."
The God of Spear, born after the Primordial Chaos. Having experienced so many struggles in his life, his black hair turned into the color of blood; his original blue oceanic eyes have turned into a blood-letting ruby.
His once scrawny and frail body was ironed to the limit. Practising his Spear Skills every single day, he attained the title God of Spear.
"Let's go."
Once again he turned his gaze towards the Red Torii.
"Alright, Spear."
Archer grabbed his barrel filled with arrows and of course an archer can't be called one without his bow.
He then jumped over the long wooden chair and tapped the God of Spear's left shoulder.
"I'm ready. Let's go."
The two then walked out of the Gate without anyone's knowledge; it was supposed to be but a young child God caught on to them whilst drinking a glass of milk.
'What are those weapon freaks up to now?'
He glared at the back of the two, holding their weapons.
***
Archer, the God of Archery, was born in the same year as the God of Lance and was born after the God of Sword and Spear. He is the youngest of the three, always having each other's backs; they have accumulated a lot of experience.
However, the gap between them widened as the God of Sword took on a different path after a huge turn of events.
Having been away from a mission, the God of Sword blamed it all on himself for being careless, and so, leaving the 2 sworn brothers, he took the path destined to be hunted down by many.
Archer, who was worried about Sword, tried to assist him in gathering intel, but he instead had to endure cruelty as he got caught and tortured, turning his hair white. His other ear missing. Since they weren't blessed in the arts of self-healing but instead blessed with the proper utility of their strengths.
Archer, along with the other Gods of Weaponry, managed to reach the known summit of their class.