The Shrine God Is Technically the Strongest Gamer Alive, but All They Want Is Home

Nao had spent years keeping a dead shrine from feeling dead. She swept the steps, filed the prayer cards, and smiled at the few visitors who still came for game luck and small wishes. Then an old phone rang from inside the offering box, and the voice on it claimed the shrine god was coming back after fifty years. Nao wanted to believe it. She also feared it, because the shrine land was already under pressure from a game company, and every person asking to help seemed to want something else first. A box of pressed flowers, one for each year, sat near the altar with seven missing years in the middle. The handwriting on the later labels did not match the earlier ones. Nao had learned to keep qu...