"Kaizan-sama," Mishima said, her voice low, filled with a subtle urgency that hung in the air like an unspoken prophecy.
"How do you fancy the beauty of the day, Mishima?" Kaizan's eyes, sharp as the blade of a katana, bore into Mishima's soul, searching for the truth hidden behind her words.
"Not to your glory, Kaizan-sama," Mishima replied, her gaze fixed despite the weight of the truth she carried.
"Do identify the problem, Mishima," Kaizan-sama commanded, his tone a blend of curiosity and authority.
"There seems to be a ‘bug’ in our world, my King," Mishima explained, choosing her words carefully. "A disturbance in the delicate balance of our existence."
" ‘A bug’ you say? And what name does he go by?" Kaizan-sama inquired, his lips curling into a slight smile, as if he already kn
