kannonsbitch :
Oh why did he expect any better from the goddess? He couldâve guessed she was the one who gave the kid the damn sake. Oh, that woman will get an hour long lecture tonight!
âBecause you are too young to consume this! It is not for children!â
Hand flying up to massage his migraine-ridden temples and the other raising the cup beyond the smaller godâs reach, he searched for a place to get rid of the dangerous liquid.
âIâll be taking this away.â He turned around to leave before the kid starts to steal it back. Unless of course if he had a whole bottle of it on hand, thenâ
He turned towards little Konzen with squinted suspecting eyes.
âIâm not a kid anymore!â
Not the best argument when he was all but stomping his foot and puffing his cheeks like an annoyed little bird. Didnât help that Konzen was a scrawny brat too, the top of his head barely reaching Jiroushinâs waist.
â⊠Whatâre you looking at? I ainât got nothing else on me, you old coot! Meanie! BaldyâŠ!!â
(Time skip to the present)
To this day, the nickname still baffled the heavenly secretary. Were his wrinkles that visible about a few hundred lower world years ago that the tiny master could see? Or was is the greying hair centuries of stress keeping the goddess in line has given him?
He meant to ask as he poured the now grown golden god a pint of sake.
"Do you remember that time, Master Konzen?" He handed him the cup. Perhaps the gesture would give the other a clue to what he was referencing.
That time when you called me baldy?
