Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, roar.

Little lion fairies dancing around as the young adult returned to Avenbu's home for the moment, the bun huffed. Ah, no, here it comes, the next round of snow. Would it really be safe to deliver the pies like this? Maybe this job should be cancelled while it's still hot off the presses. Susu placing the pies inside a delivery bag, the roars outside continued.

"Something wrong? Don't worry about the snow, when you're with me, you'll be totally safe," Susu said, voice warm.

[Are you sure? Maybe we shouldn't deliver pies today. The snow is looking like it's about to get so much worse.] Crackling words through the Talkmaster B's speakers said.

"It's fine, don't worry! My job as assigned by the godbuns is to help to deliver things, I'm used to blizzards like this!" Susu shouted. "I can ward off the snow, so just follow voice, kay?"

Delivery box soon strapped onto his back, news had soon come his way. Instructed to head off towards the church first, the young adult made a hop for it. Delivering to the church at this hour?! Was the sermon even still in session at this point? Probably not. He'd better pedal the medal before the afternoon arrives.

World of pure white soon engulfing him, the farmer stayed on his feet. He can't let a little blizzard get him down. He's got fresh pies to deliver! Flapping upward, the wind was ready to knock him down. Continuing on, the bun swiped his finger across his nose. Does this little storm think this is enough to sway him? Nope! Think again, Tundrabu, he's got this in the bag!

Reaching the church after what felt like forever, the bun rose an eyebrow at the instructions given to him. Deliver the pies to the courtyard? Did this church have parties in the morning or something? Frosaro sure was laid back. If he even took a moment away from the farm, his ducks would peck him silly the next day! Moving forward, he nearly slipped as he reached the first table.

"Oh, you're delivering the pies this morning?" Huxian asked. "I don't get it. You don't look cut out for this. You almost slipped, even."

"Come on, Huxian, like, cut him some slack," Holly said in the seat next to him. "I bet he's tots trapped here by the storm. And, y'know, he's a farmer, so I bet he thinks if he don't work, he don't eat."

"I guess," Huxian said, sighing. "Just give us our pies, alright?" He then turned towards Good Vibes Bunny. "What's this bun being a farmer have anything to do with delivering pies?"

Taking their pies out of the insulated box, the bun hopped over to the next table. How strange, all the buns he met yesterday were here. Did they all work at the church or something? Maybe they did, rustling through the delivery bag, he soon plopped the tarts down on the table. Please, don't let the snow ruin them in no time flat.

"You again, huh?" Iben asked. "You get stuck here or something?"

"I bet," Damla said, sharpening their claws. "So, have you decided to join our alliance?"

[I'm still not sure about that, sorry.] A cracking voice through the Talkmaster B's speakers said.

"Whatever. If you want to, just let me know," Damla said, claws rose upward. "Oh, and just say the word, and I'll slice the gods down for you."

"Can this please wait until after we're done cleaning the church?" Iben asked, sighing.

"Bloodshed waits for no one." Their claws were shining.

Backing away, the vampa prepared himself to run off towards the exit. This hare sure was the Reaper Hare alright. Why had the godbuns decided that was their divine name? Maybe they had a penchant for cutting things up when they weren't of age yet. Oh, well, there's hardly any time to think about such things. Reading the list, he could soon hear a voice call out to him.

Avenbu's voice guiding him towards a blindingly red residence, a house that looked like it was about to scream had soon been hopped towards. What is this strange place? It wasn't haunted, right? Please, don't let that be the case! Knocking on the door, a familiar yawn soon caught his attention. Oh, it's just Scabu's house, his bad.

"Oh, you're delivering the morning pies?" Marble asked. "I asked for five, by the way. Please, hurry. Give them to me before I'm snowed in!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, roar.

Icicles raining down with a fury, the bun flapped upward. Where did those come from just now? He should have prepared for this! Why does it feel like this storm is trying to take him out exclusively? No, no, come on, Siorc, that's silly. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. He needs to deliver these pies right now.

"Are you alright?" Marble asked, tone concerned. "Those icicles looked like they were coming especially for you. Does Tundrabu not like you or something?"

Shrugging, the young adult hurried and handed over the pies. He needs to hurry and move onto the next block of houses. Any second now, and this entire village would be a popsicle! Knocking on the next door, pies aplenty were delivered. Five gone, three dozens more to go. He can do this. He can totally do this. Yes, he's got this in the bag.

Sharp icicles ready to cut off the fur on his tail, the vampa flinched. Please, o, please Tundrabu, he's begging, let him live! He's sorry for giving her stale snowball rolls. It won't happen again, he swears on his thousands of years ahead of him he'll double check the expiration date next time! Second icy gift awarded to him, he huffed. Maybe he hadn't apologized correctly.

Delivery back three quarters empty, the last bit of names caught the bun's attention. So, Mellem asked for some pies too, did she? He'd better hurry before he's target practice again. Light blue house soon waiting for him, he knocked on the door. Here goes. Please, let this job go as smoothly as possible, he's begging, godbuns above.

"Huh, where's Susu?" Mellem asked.

[I'm helping her deliver today.] A cracking voice through the Talkmaster B's speakers asked.

"Oh, are you now?" Mellem asked. "Honestly, I'd go back home with I were you. Are you still thinking about joining the Mystic Carrot Bowl?"

Question coming his way, the bun's ears perked. Why was there such a heavy sense of caution in her voice when asking that? Oh, no, could it be that the Mystic Carrot Bowl is some kind of trap? No, no, don't think that! Of course it isn't. Why would it be? This snow is sure making him think the silliest things.

[I probably am, why?] A cracking voice through the Talkmaster B's speakers asked.

"I think you reconsider joining the Mystic Carrot Bowl," Mellem said, tone serious. "Expect the worst if you don't." She then shrugged. "Forget all that. Can I just have my pies now?"

Handing Flirbu her pies, the farmer blinked. Except the worst out of the Mystic Carrot Bowl? Had she fought in it at some point or something? Surely, it wouldn't be that bad, right? If he lost, he lost, he'll just try another method to getting a redo, that's all! There had to have been countless other ways to do so. He'll find any method possible if it's the last thing he does.

Delivery box soon empty, the afternoon bell soon chimed. How is it the fourteenth hour already? He sure had delivered a lot of pies. He never wanted to see a tart ever again. Returning to Susu's abode, he prepared himself. It's finally time to see Tidebu, right? Bring it on. He's so ready for this. Nibbling on some carrot bread, eyes wandered towards him.

"You ready to meet Tidebu?" Susu asked.

[I'm ready.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Alright, good, take some fish out of the fridge and let's get going!" Susu cried.

Fish removed from the fridge, the party of two had soon hopped into a rubber raft. Pushing through the oddly warm stream, the farmer crossed his fingers. Please, let this meeting go smoothly. His powers were close to awakening by now, right? Whatever they might have been, please, please, please don't be tied to his divine name, he's begging.

Reaching a small hut beside a river, the bewilderment continued. How is the waterfall not frozen? That's strange, there's no snow in this area at all. Susu soon clapping her hands together, the bun soon did so in kind. What was the phrase that summoned Tidebu again? Oh, right, he knows. O, Divine Tide Bunny, the waterfalls of change are coming! That was it, right?

Poof.

Blinding light ready to eat the waterfall and then some, the young adult covered his eyes. Woah, what is this intense beam? Splash, water dancing around him, the bun hopped back. Ick, now his skirt's all wet! Maybe he stood to close to the river. Sharp eyes soon locked onto him, he bowed down for a brief moment.

Standing on the water beside the waterfall had been a tall, dark skinned imperial winged rabbit with a tired look on their face. Short sapphire shaded hair that looks so sparkly, it could blind anyone, a portion of the bangs covered the deity's left eye. Shaggy locks looking like they wanted to cover his entire face, the rest of their hair fell right above the shoulders. Dark blue eye to match, he could feel their rage ready to turn their long white robe bright red.

Handing the fish off to the deity, the vampa crossed his fingers. Please, please don't let them be expired. Deity's eyes studying he offering he swore he could see his eyes glow red. Please, don't look at him like that, he's sorry if they're not to his liking. Flounder munched as loud as a drum, his heart leaped. Please, please let it taste good.

"Oh, look who it is, that little mortal going around begging every single godbun he meets to redo his naming ceremony!" Tidebun shouted. "Listen up, you're Unhappy Bunny, deal with it. I'm not changing your name, okay?" He then walked off towards the pathetic mortal, sharp fish bones placed beneath the lesser's pitiful neck. "Try and ask, and you're going to get it!"

"Woah! We're not here for that, you have my word!" Susu cried, hands up in the air. "My friend here is thinking of joining the Mystic Carrot Bowl and his powers haven't awakened yet, so. We need your help to awaken his powers, that's all!"

Slice, slice.

Bone scratched across his neck, sweat poured down the bun's cheek. Did he do something wrong? Were the fish not to his liking? Maybe they shouldn't have come here after all. Bone looking ready to cut in deeper, something within him glowed. Frowning shield soon in front of him, a realization soon ate him alive.

No.

Why?

Great, his powers are tied to his divine name too, aren't they?

Please, can he have a redo?

"There, you happy? I awakened his powers," Tidebu said in an annoyed tone. "Congratulations, hope you're satisfied."

"Uh, I'm pretty sure there's more than that to his powers, right?" Susu asked.

"Do I have to show you again, are you that stupid?" Tidebu asked. He then nibbled on another fish, bones sharpened up. "I can oblige if you want."

Slice, slice, bones dancing around him, the young adult tried to not scream. What is this? Why are these weapons so sharp? Earrings starting to shake, the bun jumped back. What's going on, why does something feel different just now? Unhooking the jewelry, something new soon took the stage.

Earring growing twice the size, a peculiar beam of energy fired back towards the deity. But, such had been short lived. Everything going back to normal, the bun's eyes watered. This is his awakened powers? No way, that can't be it, right? Earrings looking ready to shatter into a million pieces, everything froze.

"There, you satisfied? Those are your powers, you happy now?" Tidebu asked sighing. "Unless of course, you want me to turn you into a bloody pulp, I can arrange that for you, of course." He then laughed. "Who would have thought? You can summon a small shield and turn your prized possessions into weapons. How fitting for you, Unhappy Bunny."

Pesky laugh coming his way, the bun flapped upward. No, don't call him that! He's not Unhappy Bunny! He's going to enter this Mystic Carrot Bowl and have his divine naming ceremony redone! Talkmaster B out in front of him, he scribbled away. Little angry face on the screens, the speakers soon cracked.

[Don't call me that! I'll win the Mystic Carrot Bowl and I'll have my divine naming ceremony redone, you'll see!] A shaking voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

Toss.

"Oh, will you now? You think you're so strong just 'cause I helped you awaken those powers of yours?" Tidebu asked, laughing, knife made out of fish bones tossed towards the foolish mortal. "We'll see about that! Go behind the waterfall and train with some of the pathetic little misfits that live in this village before you go and act all high and mighty like that!"

Pushed towards the waterfall, the young adult's legs were soon jelly.

He's got this. Let the training commence.