Kusamakura tilted his head at Misura’s whim. He wasn’t a G.o.d, but he had heard before that he was able to kill and bring to life at will. There was no way he could grant trivial wishes though. Still, even if he told him to make a wish, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted.
“Aah, but there’s nothing I can do about your face.”
If he couldn’t grant him a face, then there was nothing he especially wished for. However, since saying that was way too pitiful, Kusamakura kept his mouth shut.
“Oh, your expression didn’t change at all. You’re not the least bit cute.”
Misura said with a laugh, oblivious to Kusamakura’s innermost thoughts. He heard snickering when someone said, he doesn’t have a face, of course it wouldn’t change.
“I didn’t tell you that to pick on you. It’s impossible for even someone like me to create something that wasn’t there to begin with.”
“&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;whatever. I don’t care.”
Finally able to move his feet, Kusamakura turned away from Misura, and withdrew.
“I see. Well, if there’s ever something you want, come to me. I’ll grant your wish any time. Within the scope of my abilities of course.”
From the way he chuckled, he had a feeling he was being made fun of.