"There really were some... How many did you draw?" Gu Mo looked astonished, clicking his tongue in praise as he continued to ask curiously.
"Who could possibly remember that? Do you remember how many meals you've eaten?" Yato tried hard to keep a straight face. This was not only Bishamonten's dark history, but his as well. A dignified god reduced to drawing doujinshi was hardly something to brag about.
"Then there must have been a lot... No wonder she's been so determined to kill you."
"That really isn't what happened. Bishamonten probably doesn't even know about it. Didn't I tell you? The grudge between us isn't because of that..." Yato replied weakly.
"I get it, I get it..." Gu Mo winked at him, then gave a solemn cough and said, "Actually, it's like this. I have a friend—or perhaps several friends. They all want to see them. It's not that they don't believe you; everyone just wants to broaden their horizons..."
You get nothing! I said it wasn't like that at all!
Yato's mouth twitched. And did this guy have one friend or many friends? Even he himself was not sure?
"What... are doujinshi?" Iki Hiyori timidly asked from the side. Hiding behind Yato, she poked her head out, her eyes full of confusion. What strange topic were these two discussing? Why did it feel so improper?
"N-Nothing..."
Yato immediately flushed bright red. He had forgotten there was a girl listening nearby. Even he could barely handle this kind of topic.
Yet after that round of banter and joking, the tension in Yato's heart eased.
He held his breath and stared at Gu Mo for a long time, but in the end, he said nothing... Though he was intensely curious, the Poor God understood that knowing too much was not