“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.