“You have a very important mission!”
The girl, who claims to be a god, had an unusual appearance.
Long silver hair, oversized dark uniform….
"Kid?"
“Hey! That’s rude!”
It goes without saying that the girl, "Hana,” (who claims to be a god) forcibly intruded on my daily life.
She said that her appearance was normal for a god and over time she became more comfortable around me...
Well, yeah...
Perhaps, I am having fun.
But, while I spent those easygoing days with Hana, it started to dawn on me:
The fearsome meaning of “god” that Hana spoke of.