It took in every conflict, every slaughter, and every upheaval in the chaotic world below the mountain, yet remained unmoved from beginning to end.
Just then, a familiar rush of wind sounded, and Joy Boy leaped onto the summit.
Imu, who had been cultivating in quiet concentration, indifferent to the outside world, lifted its eyes slightly. A flicker of recognition crossed them, then turned to surprise.
"You restless monkey. You actually came back to the sacred mountain to find me?"
"Shouldn't you be out enjoying all the glory of your travels? How did you find the time to come back?"
Joy Boy wore none of his usual playful smiles, nor did he have his customary carefree air. His face was clouded with conflicting emotions, solemnity, and exhaustion.
He faced Imu directly, his tone sincere and grave. Setting aside all pride, he openly asked for help.
"Imu, I need your help."
At those words, Imu narrowed its long, slender eyes slightly. Understanding dawned at once, and a faint, cold smile of recognition curled its lips.
"So you suffered a crushing defeat out there."
"I always knew you were softhearted, too kind for your own good. You don't understand how treacherous people can be. Going out into the world and stirring things up was bound to land you in serious trouble sooner or later."
"Even you, blessed by a god and wielding divine power, couldn't withstand the upheavals of the world and were forced to retreat to the sacred mountain for help. The trouble down below must be considerable indeed."
"Tell me."
"What exactly happened in the years since you left the sacred mountain? What sort of opponent could have driven you to this point?"
Joy Boy drew a deep breath, suppressing the sorrow, frustration, and heaviness in his heart. Concealing nothing,