I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

"Otherwise, do you think that with that meager demonic power, it could even produce the slightest sensation in my heart?"

"However," the god changed the subject, glanced at Ebisu a few times, and sighed.

"I am very disappointed in you."

“You could have used the power that God gave you to pass this trial.”

"But you chose to speculate and slander, and chose to let the flowers of hatred bloom in the world that nurtured you."

"To use my power in this way is to bring shame upon me."

"This is the reason why I, as a god, call you an ant—"

Ebisu was no longer listening to what the gods were saying.

He slowly and stiffly turned his head to look at Izanami beside him, and asked blankly.

Is what she said true?

“Yes.” Izanami nodded bitterly.

"These were the conditions that the deity proposed to save your life."

"In exchange, we have to disappear from your life, unable to stay by your side, or even watch your back."

"Treat it as a dream, as if this child never existed and never came into this world."

"But how is that even possible?"

"It's all my fault."

At this point, Izanami's voice trembled slightly.

Large, glistening tears streamed down her face, dripping onto her pristine white robe and turning into tiny tear stains.

“None of this would have happened if I had not prayed to the divine and called upon him.”

"It is because of Mother Goddess's selfishness that you have suffered so much pain that you should not have had to endure."

"Ebisu, I'm sorry."

"Feel sorry."

Izanami lowered her head, clenching her hands as if grasping at resentment and regret.

The short, thin nails left deep marks in the palm of the hand.

silence.

A long silence.

In the sky above Takamagahara, only Izanami's sobs could be heard.

The gods gazed at that frail figure from behind and silently lowered their heads.

I said

"Why are you crying?"

After a long silence, Ebisu's voice rang out once more.

This time, however, it was as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and things felt much easier.

“I killed you before, and I even wanted to kill Izanagi.”

"It caused you to remain in the underworld, enduring ten thousand years of torment and suffering."

"Even this time, they still want to take your life."

"Does a god like me deserve your weeping?"

"What's this about whether it's worth it or not?"

"I just couldn't control myself."

Izanami wiped away her tears, trying to stop her sobs.

But her eyes were like a faucet that had been turned on, with tears streaming down her swollen eyes.

Even if he makes a mistake, the Child God is still the Child God.

"If the child god feels pain, how can the mother god feel any better?"

"However, if it weren't for you, I might really be dead by now."

"If you can't have the warmth of home in your life, then you can only make up for it in the afterlife."

"Perhaps it is because of this thought that I have not died, but have been waiting in the underworld."

"But I'm very happy because I didn't have to wait for you in the underworld."

"This shows that our child is still alive and well in this world."

So, thank you.

"Thank you for giving me the opportunity to become the Mother Goddess, thank you for giving me the chance to see you again."

Ebisu was taken aback as he watched Izanami speak these words haltingly.

He then grinned.

The curve of her lips made it impossible to tell whether she was smiling or crying.

But there was no longer any hatred in his eyes.

From those rolling tears, he seemed to see the sea where he had been drifting.

The sea was raging with fierce winds and towering waves, the sky was vast and gloomy, and the thunder rumbled.

But he wasn't afraid.

I feel at ease because of the warm embrace.

For the first time in his life, he discarded the false mask, tore off the solid disguise, and laughed openly.

"Is this my mother goddess?"

"That's really impressive."

"You win."

"Oh, right, Mother Goddess."

Before Izanami could react, Ebisu spoke again.

Can I hug you?

Upon hearing Ebisu's request, Izanami was taken aback.

A joyful smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Uh-huh!"

She quickly wiped away her tears with both hands, then wiped them under the hem of her robe, and straightened her appearance.

He then stretched out his arms, trying to hug Ebisu's neck.

However, the girl's slender arms could not reach even half of Ebisu's enormous neck.

Ebisu smiled helplessly at this.

"Perhaps this is God's punishment for me."

A resolute look flashed in his eyes.

These are things that Izanami, who is striving to embrace Ebisu, cannot see.

boom!

Boom!

In an instant, the tentacles that made up its body disintegrated, and one after another, dark and beautiful flowers bloomed, then quickly disappeared into the world.

Izanami's arms suddenly loosened, and she wrapped her arms around Izanami's.

But only a few wisps of air remained in his arms.

Ebisu was no longer in her arms.

Izanami's eyes widened slowly.

She looked up and anxiously glanced around.

One by one, the dark flowers bloomed and then vanished, as if in a cycle of reincarnation, bidding a final farewell to Takamagahara.

Izanami instinctively reached out her hand, divine power surging in her palm.

"Wait, wait! Ebisu! Don't go!"

"The Mother Goddess has so much to say to you, so much more to do—"

A tender, childlike voice brushed across her cheek and gently rang in her ear.

"Mother Goddess, I'm so tired, I don't want to open my eyes anymore."

"Send me to reincarnation."

"Don't worry about me anymore. During my time in reincarnation, I will reflect on my actions."

I'm raising a god in Tokyo

Chapter 325 What do you want to ask of this god?

On the island.

Amaterasu Omikami and Izanagi looked up, gazing at the pale blue rain of flowers falling from the sky.

Where these petals fell, strange changes are now taking place.

Tender shoots sprouted from the black, scorched earth, and clear streams gushed forth from the dried-up riverbed.

A thumping pulse seemed to emanate from beneath the earth, and the entire surface trembled faintly.

With each tremor, a vast amount of divine power overflowed, transforming into countless streams of brilliant light that flew in all directions, recreating the former glory of the divine kingdom.

The devastated Takamagahara, ravaged by the fierce battles between the monsters and the creatures of the underworld, is now awakening once again, nourished by these ghostly flowers.

Seeing this scene, the two gods couldn't help but have some complicated feelings.