"I know this is a pretty horrible thing to think, but, I

Don't think the teachers were being honest with me at all.

Of course, it could be possible they truly have

No idea about

The archgodbun, but

Why did I feel such sharp glares on me when I

Asked about that? Maybe I shouldn't have asked at all. I have

No reason to believe that they're hiding

The fact there is indeed an archgodbun, but

To be honest, maybe they have their reasons for doing so.

Or, maybe they don't. I feel like their glares were quite sharp. Maybe I

Am not supposed to ask about the Creator of All after all, I

Suppose I probably shouldn't have. But, in the end, I

Suppose they might not have actually known who I might have been talking about at all. And, if that really is the case, I guess that's fine.

Uh, what should I do now?

Maybe I should ask those buns at the Rotten Carrot Holdings. I feel like they might know something. But,

Eh, should I really be going

There again? They might want to take me out if I do.

Hmm, I don't know, will I

End up getting in trouble? Maybe so.

What should I do? I'm sure soon, the gods will make me be their plaything again and do something for them. But, as

Of late, they haven't made me

Return to being their plaything for awhile.

So, I don't know. Should I just go

To Sagitago? I know the

Buns down in the

Underground dance studio intend

To fight the gods, but do

They have what it takes? Maybe they do?

Or, maybe they don't. I don't know if I do either, though,

But, it is what it is.

Eh, I guess it could be possible I don't really

Have what it takes at all,

Or maybe I do. I have

No way of knowing at this point.

Eh, I guess I

Shouldn't try

To dwell on this all that much?

It would be better to

Think things through. Perhaps there's a way to get a redo on my divine naming ceremony that won't involve me

Having to fight the gods, but

I'm starting to think that's

Not an option here. I

Keep thinking

There could be a way, but I

Hardly think that

Exists anymore. I guess

The only way is to challenge the godbuns to a fight. But,

Even still before I do that, I need to think

About a few things. That tale, I guess we'll

Call it that, about the first bun who received a divine name, why do I feel like I've

Heard that story so many times before? Those details, I can't get them out of my head. I'm

Especially certain this is not my first

Reading of this

Story. I'm sure I might have heard it before.

When? That, I don't

Even know, I guess when I was

Really little? I don't know, mama read me so many stories back in the day, I can't be

Expected to recall all of them. But, I feel

Like that this one in particular, I've heard countless times before.

Yes, I'm sure of

It. Should I go back home and ask mama about it before I make my next move?

No, not yet. I probably shouldn't rush into that. I

Guess I can ask about

That later. For now, I have to focus

On fighting people who

Might be interested in training me. Because as I am now, I am

Entirely too weak to take on the godbuns. Knowing the deep dark secret or not,

It's simply not possible for

Me to beat the godbuns in my current

State. That's right, there's probably no way.

Oh, well, for now, it is what it is. I'm

Rather certain I'm pretty much a

Raw carrot that will be beaten to a pulp if I try now.

Yes, so I have to find someone who might be able to train me, that'll do."

Ring, ring, ring, ring.

It's the eighth hour!

It's the eighth hour!

Work time, work time! All morning shift LopVampas head to your stations immediately!

Yawning, the bun stretched. Yesterday crawling through him once more, the vampa stared off into space. Did the teacher buns really not know who the archgodbun was? Maybe they weren't be truthful at all. But, he shook his head at such. No, of course not, why would they be lying? Surely, that wasn't the case here. Hopping towards Susu's den once more, he prepared himself for the day ahead of him.

"Morning, Siorc, I need to head to Rotten Carrot Holdings to deliver some things, would you like to come with me?" Susu asked. "I don't know why, but I feel like some of the buns there might be able to answer some lingering questions you might have."

[Are you sure I should go there again? I don't think the residents there want to see my face around there.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"I'm sure it'll be fine! They're not all that bad," Susu responded, giggling a little. "Trust me, some of the buns in there know more than you think. So, what do you say?"

[I guess I'll go with you, but are you sure? I was thinking of heading to Sagitago today.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Sure, I can take you to Sagitago after if that's what you want. But, we should probably get going now. Grab two celery yogurts from the fridge so we can go. It's going to a pretty long drive." She yawned.

Yogurts soon removed, the bun gulped it down. Heading for the buggy, the bun crossed his fingers. Please, let the residents there know a thing or two about the archgodbun. Slow drive taking who knows how long, he swore he heard thunder crackling in the distance. Should he just turn around? Maybe that would be for the best. Door handle slapping the door, the vampa gulped. Here goes nothing.

"Who goes there?" a bun asked through the crack of the door.

"Hello, it's Adventure Bunny. I'm here to deliver the games you ordered!" Susu cried. "Is it alright if my friend and I come in?"

"Sure, but don't say I didn't warn you if some of the residents here make you set it up for them." They then opened the door.

Stepping in, the farmer tried to keep it together. Those buns he met last time, maybe they would know a thing or two about the archgodbun? He sure hoped so. Buns racing out of their holes, sharp eyes soon locked onto him. Why do they look as though they're about ready to screw his head off? Sorry, he just remembered, he has to go! But, a hand had soon been on his wrist.

"You!" Old Fashioned Lop cried. "You're coming with us!"

Dragged through the hallways, sweat poured down the vampa's cheek. Oh, no, did he strike a nerve just by coming here? No, no, happy thoughts, Siorc, happy thoughts! Maybe they had something to share with him. But, what? How should he know the answer to that? He supposed he was about find out the answer to that any minute now. Pushed towards a pitch black room, a finger had soon been pointed at the red x on his shirt.

"Let me guess, you plan on fighting the godbuns!" Old Fashioned Lop cried, pointing.

"How do you know that's why he's here, Lechi?" Sleepy Lop asked.

"Would it kill you to pretend to be awake once in your life, Olann?!" Lechi shouted. "Look at the dude's shirt, all of you, right now!"

"Why does his stupid shirt matter for, huh?" Gardener Lop asked. They then jumped back. "Woah, are you?! You planning to strike the gods?!"

"Duh?" Tone Deaf Lop groaned. "Or, not duh? Who knows?"

"Yes, Noce, and yes, Lonan, that's exactly what's going on here!" Lechi shouted at the top of their lungs. "Let me ask you something, Unhappy Bunny, why do you want to fight the gods? Do you really think you have what it takes to beat them?"

[I don't know, maybe, I know a deep dark secret. And, you should know why I want to fight them! I won't settle for this divine mistake! I'm going to become Farmer Bunny whether they want me to be it or not!] A crackling voice shouted through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

Party of four growing quiet, the vampa's heart leaped. Did he scribble down something wrong just now? Maybe he did. Should he apologize? No, perhaps it was far too late for that now. Eyes soon locked onto him looking about ready to catch fire, he resisted the urge to bite his nails. He's sorry if he disturbed their peace!

"A deep dark secret, you say?" Olann asked. "You know, I think he's the one. He's the one who can change everything."

"You serious right now?!" Noce asked. "Who knows what secret he's hiding! Say, what secret you hiding in that head of yours, huh?"

"It's not our business, got it?" Olann asked. "Listen, kid, we'll be going on an outing to the Sumazo Forest at some point next week. We'll help you train to take down the gods, what do you say?"

Sumazo Forest coming to his attention, the vampa's eyes wandered. Should he really agree to this? What if this was some sort of trap? No, no, why would that be the case here? Of course it wasn't! And, besides, Deigr was still there waiting for someone to save the day, he can't let her down. Nodding, he could feel a rock ready to drop onto his back.

"Good, I knew you'd agree," Olann said, hold back a laugh. "You'd better be here next week, you hear?"

"Dunno why you think he's the one, but whatever," Lonan said, shrugging.

"If you say so!" Lechi shouted. "But, you'd better not get in our way otherwise, you hear me?"

[I won't, I promise you. Besides, I have something I have to do there anyway.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Do you now? Well, you'd better not get in our way! Now, go back into the light!" Shove.

Pushed out the door, the bun sighed. Could he really wait a week to get Deigr out of there? He doesn't know, but perhaps going back there early wasn't the right call. Reaching Sagitago seven hours later, the young adult took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. Dropping by the underground dance studio, a smirk had soon come his way.

"I knew you'd come back here someday!" Dancer Lop cried. "Let me guess, you've decided you want to fight the gods after all!"

[That's right, I did. Would you be alright with training me?] A crackling voice asked through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"This bun's finally taken the right path in life!" Science Pika shouted. "But, Dove, you sure about this?" He then turned towards Gloine and Elenk. "What about you two, what do you folks think?"

"I mean, if he wants to fight the gods, I say let's train him," Gloine said, shrugging. "Besides, if he can knock the socks off the gods, maybe I'll finally be rid of this accursed Pouty Pika name bestowed upon me."

"I don't see why not," Elenk said, shrugging. "But, Dove, I'm warning you, don't push him too hard, got it?"

"You think I'm a tyrant?! Man, you're really living up to the name Old Pika, you know that?!" Dove cried. She then turned back towards Siorc. "But, sure, we'll train you alright! We'll start tomorrow, what do you say?"

[That's fine with me. Is it alright if I stay here for the night, then?] A crackling voice asked through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Sure, but you'd better make yourself comfortable with the floor!" She pointed.

Heading off towards the sleeping room, the farmer let out a yawn. Crawling up into a ball on the floor, the bun closed his eyes. Memories breezing through him as he was ready to doze off, the bun sighed. Would this really work out? Probably not, who knows? Sleep world ready to take him away, one last thought soon kicked in.

It's time to train.

Will he have what it takes to defeat the godbuns?

Maybe not yet, but hopefully soon.