"I don't know about this, should I really be going to Quarlencia? I don't think the elderly buns out there really want my company. I heard back when I was still in school that the Sapphire Wars were quite brutal and lasted almost two hundreds years. Though, it was over eight hundred years ago,

Maybe even longer. How old are the buns out there? I have

No idea, if I had to guess, around two thousand years old? If that's the case, they're from a whole

Other era at this point. What was Lagozora like back

Then? Honestly, I don't know, I know there's records out there, but I

Suppose there's no reason to look that far back. Does what happened all that time ago mean anything for the modern day?

Uh, I guess so, maybe. I know before the Sapphire Wars, around five thousand years ago, the

Ruby Wars ravaged the land as well, but I highly doubt those warriors

Ended up surviving into the modern day, I don't know.

Guess it's not impossible, though, to be perfectly honest, I heard that war was quite devastating. It caused a complete

Overhaul to how ore

Is handled in Lagozora. Or, that's at least what I learned in school. Have

No idea whether something like that is true or false. I'm

Going to say there's probably some lies spread in

There. As for the Sapphire Wars, all I know about that is that it was a brutal war

Over? Well, I'm not quite sure. But, I don't know if I should go to

Quarlencia after all.

Ugh, no, it's fine, I need to remove

All these dooming feelings from within me! The Sapphire Wars were nothing like the

Ruby Wars! Surely, the villagers here will be fine with me paying a visit. It's not

Like Zhulong would suggest something that would

End up bringing me in harm's way, and I know Niquel wouldn't either. So, it should be fine. It's

Not like they're going to declare war again after all this time, right? Of

Course not, that's most certainly not going to happen. At least,

I don't think so anyway. Unless me visiting them awakens centuries long

Aggression? Haha, come on, that's not going to happen. If

It did, Zhulong wouldn't have told

Susu I should come here!

And, besides, she also said she's

Gone here and they're pretty relaxed, right?

Of course, it'll be fine.

Or, maybe it won't be, I

Don't know.

I truly don't. It's not like I've ever been here before. I really

Don't know, I guess it'll

End up going fine. Who knows, maybe I'll learn

A thing or two about the godbuns in the past.

But, I also don't know what else to say at this point.

Ugh, maybe I'm about to walk myself into a

Trap? No, no, stop

It! Come on now, I'm not

Going to walk into some kind of trap here!

Ugh, it's fine, right, it's all going to

End up being okay. I

Shouldn't think such

Silly things! I'm sure they'll have a wise thing or two to say.

If I'm going to get a redo, I need to learn any possible way to

Do so! There has to be

Other ways other than fighting the gods! Because, let's be honest, there's

No way I could

Take out the gods as I am now. I'd

Have to train for centuries to do that, I bet.

Aha, I may as well just settle for that being the only other way, because I

Very much doubt any other options

Exist, and I not going to do the

Mystic Carrot Bowl again, no way, not a chance!

Uh, well, I guess I

Could ask the elderly buns what they might know, I'm sure they

Have some slithers of knowledge from the past thousand years or so.

Even if a

Lot of time has

Since passed for them, I think they'll

End up at least knowing something about the

Gods, right?

Of course they will. Man, this makes me feel like

I know nothing at all. One hundred years is

Nothing compared to two thousand, I

Guess. Well, here goes nothing.

Once I'm brought to the buns who got their divine

Names change, I need to try and ask the

Right questions. Maybe

I should write things down just in case, though. I should

Get myself ready for that,

Haha. Well, here goes nothing. Looks like we're almost

There now. Or, are we? I've

Never been here before, so how should I know?

Oh, well, I think

We're about to land. Deep breaths,

Siorc, deep breaths.

Once and for all

I'm going to get a redo! I'm not Unhappy! I'm

The happiest bun the world has ever known!

So, this time, for sure I

Will get that redo!

Once and for all, I'll be Farmer Bunny!

Roar, roar,

This is goodbye, Unhappy Bunny! I'll

Have you bite the dust

And never return!

So, I suppose I

Have to ask these buns a few things first.

One, how did

They manage to have their divine naming ceremony

Redone? That's probably a good way to start the conversation? Or maybe

I should ask about the Sapphire Wars?

Guess that's a place that could be good to get the topic going.

Hmm, but maybe

The Sapphire Wars would be a tough subject to dwell on? I

Have to think about this for a bit.

Oh, well, I

Probably just have to take it slowly. Yes, that'll be

Effective, maybe. I

Shouldn't rush this. It'll be fine.

Okay, here goes."

Finding himself a small village with a large river in between in the bun gazed off towards the distance. Spotting a building labeled Sapphire Wars memorial, the vampa gulped did he just see a Keep Out sign over there? Maybe he should turn around. He shouldn't have come to this place. Ah, no, he's going to be mince meat by the end of the day!

"Well, we're finally here, I hope the ride was okay for you," Susu said, stretching. "I'll take you to meet some of the more energetic folks first." She then extended her hand. "You still look pretty scared. Don't worry, I promise the war vets don't bite."

[Are you sure they won't mind me asking them questions? What if they do bite?!] A crackling voice asked through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"You'll be fine, the folks here could answer questions all day if you let them," Susu responded, smiling. "In fact, if you ask them about the Sapphire Wars, they'll probably tell you the entire history behind it." She then extended her hand. "So, you ready to go?"

[Okay. Should we bring them a snack?] A crackling voice asked through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Nah, no need for that. Don't worry about giving these folks any gifts or anything like that. Alright, then let's go." She hopped along the path as she said such.

Spotting a strange building with a large antenna at the top, the vampa gulped. What is that thing up there? It looked so cold, dark, imposing. Should he go there after he meets with the elderly here? Maybe that would be a good idea. No, no, he's an outsider in these walls, he shouldn't go where he isn't welcome. Right, what in the world is he thinking? Don't trudge himself into places he shouldn't be going!

Sapphire shaped fairies flying around everywhere, the farmer broke into a sweat. Is it just him, or are those things looking straight at him? No, no, they definitely weren't. Come on, Siorc, get it together. He has to focus on what's important here! Hopping along the path, the first stop on the journey had soon been reached.

Activity Center laid out in front of him, the bun slapped his cheeks. Please, let this go smoothly. He's sorry if he wasn't supposed to come here. Ah, no, don't think such things. It'll go fine, right. He needs to pop this bubble of negativity floating over him. This is exactly what the godbuns want from him! It's time to flip that frown upside down. Pushing towards the door, an intense force awaited him.

"Ya took all my rooks again, this means war!" a powerful voice shouted.

"Oh, really, now? How do I know ya ain't the one who took alla them instead?" another voice cried.

"You accusin' me of cheatin'?" The scream grew louder.

"Maybe I am!" The voice had a cheeky tone.

"Why, I oughta! You want to settle this with a round of Sapphire, Ruby, Quartz?!" Gems were dropped on the table with a loud thud.

Clap, clap.

"Come now, that's enough of that, okay?" A soft voice said. "You fellas seem to have some young visitors who want to speak to you today!"

Faces turning towards him, the bun's ears sparked. Why are they looking at him like they're about to rip his head off?! Sorry for disturbing their game of jewel chess, he guessed. Can they ever hope to forgive him? Maybe he should run away before it's too late. No, it's fine, he came this far. Come on, dark bubble form within, pop already.

"Look, guys, little Susu here brought a friend with her!" the loud voice shouted. "Come on, bring your pal on over!"

"I'll go get the teacups!" the soft voice cried.

Chair pulled out to him, sweat poured down the farmer's cheek. Was it just him, or did everything flip one hundred eighty degrees in here? Seating himself, the bun examined the elderly duo in front of him. Looking straight at him had been two rabbits who were high on their years. Shirts reading Chess Master Bunny and Trader Bunny, the bun blinked. These were the divine names they picked when getting a redo? How strange.

[Hello there, nice to meet you, my name is Siorc. Is it alright if I ask you some questions about your divine naming ceremony?] A crackling voice asked through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Oh, sure, youngin', that's totally fine with me here," Chess Master Bunny responded, he then lowered his eyes into a squint. "You ain't taken to kindly to yours, I take it? Been hearin' 'bout that a lot lately from your generation."

His generation brought to the table, the bun wondered. Had there been many more divine mistakes than he thought? Maybe he really should take a moment to look into the godbun's history. Should he ask these wise old buns about it? No, maybe not. It's best to focus on the topic at hand here for the time being.

[I heard from my friend that you two were able to have your divine naming ceremonies redone. Is it alright if I ask you how you managed to accomplish that? It would be really helpful!] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

Elderly buns looking away for a moment, the bun gulped. Oh, no, did he ask the wrong question? He's so done for now! What should he do? He needs to apologize right away! Clapping his hands together, he could feel it, any second now, and he's going to be turned into mince meat. So long, world, it's been a nice one hundred years, he guessed.

"Ah, youngin' no need to apologize, we don't bite, promise," Trader Bunny said. "To be honest, back in our generation, we started the Sapphire Wars 'cause we thought we could get a better name if we did through a good long battle royale between us an' the folks in th' next village over." He then paused for a moment. "But, youngster, things have changed since then. You buns need to learn to lay off the godbuns a bit. You kids gettin' pretty greedy, you know that?"

[I'm sorry, I don't think I follow.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"It's okay if you don't get it, sonny, we won't knock you for it," Chess Master Bunny responded, shaking his head. "Since ya intend to have yer divine naming ceremony done, I'm going to be honest with ya, youngin'. Ya probably are gonna have the fight the gods for that. The other folks 'round here would say the same." He then reached for his teacup. "Now, let's have some tea, shall we?"

Only option presented to the table, the bun could hardly sip on the tea in front of him. Was fighting the gods really the only answer here? Old folks going on and on about the Sapphire Wars, the vampa tried with all his might to listen. Late evening soon rolling in, he had soon been dropped off at a motel. Plopping down into the temporary bed, the farmer closed his eyes. But, as dreamland was ready to take him, one last thought kicked in.

Was fighting the gods the only way forward?

There had to be another option here.