[This so-called god may be laughing, but Hayame is not. She isn't impressed or disturbed by it either, more so than she would be seeing a mentally unwell man rambling to himself on the street, but it will be apparent that...

It's not "psycho shit". Not to her. It is genuinely what she was raised to think was the normal thing to do with one's enemies. She had practiced on rotting melons as a filly, trying to perfect the way she might one day present a head to her lord after battle. The smell of the fruit did not compare to what it had felt like to actually cut off a head. She had not enjoyed it. (She had been sick after, the first time.) She does not revel in violence.

But she is very, very willing to rely on it, resort to it, and commit it to accomplish what needed to be done.

And as far as she's concerned, there might be a psycho here but it sure isn't her.]

No god has ever answered the prayer of a jinba in my world.

So wait an eternity if you wish, but I will never grace your "campfire".

Since you have chosen Zenith as your little playground, the only way we will meet is on the battlefield.

You can taste my disrespect in person then.