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Heavenly Gods Wrestling Match

An earthquake resounded throughout a corner of the Dragon Palace as a body impacted and dented one of its walls.

“Hpm, certainly not the most impressive oarfish I’ve wrestled, Iku, correct?” Takemikazuchi said as he approached the oarfish he embedded into the wall.

“Correct, that is the name given to me by my master,” Iku responded, popping her head out of the dent it had been in so she could nod respectfully.

“Very well, I’ll make sure to remember it.”

“Hey! Stop chatting up my maid sword god!” Tenshi yelled from across the room,

“Chatting up…” Takemikazuchi took a breath, calming himself so he would not yell at the celestial brat.

Turning to her family's servant, Tenshi demands. “Iku, show this muscle head what for, kick his ass! That’s an order!” Tenshi jumped up, pumping a fish in the air.

“Very well young miss.” Iku popped the rest of her body out on the indent in the wall. “I’m sorry Takemikazuchi, but for the sake of the Young Miss’ honor,” her veil unraveled, then coiled around her arm as lighting ran along it. “I cannot allow you victory.”

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“And I'm pretty sure that stupid tree brat’s been hanging around in the dream world as well.” Doremy cried, complaining about all the trouble she’d been dealing with lately.

Pitiful and Sleepless God of Dreams: Doremy Sweet

‘It currently sounds like you’ve been busy lately.’ Sagume brought up another card to show her friend. ‘Perhaps if you were more reliable, you would receive more support in turn.’

“I-I do the best I can, you know!” Doremy complained, ignoring her own failure to give the Lunarians her full support during the fairy invasion of the moon.

Another earthquake resounded through the palace, knocking over the figurines in Sagume’s room as Doremy shuddered in her chair across from her. A card in the god’s hand read.
‘Are those two still at it?’

“Ugh, I hope whoever they are, they aren’t here for me,” Doremy said, dried tears crusting her face from the recent crying too she’d subjected Sagume before a slight smile crossed her face. “At least those two love birds have been doing well for themselves.”

Sagume’s wing fluttered at the mention of Doremy’s favorite couple. Doremy, much to Sagume’s dismay had even written several fanfictions about them, although much like Sagume’s own fanfiction, it was illusory in nature. Or rather, Doremy wrote dreams that were unlikely to happen, and Sagume wrote events that wouldn’t happen.

Or wouldn’t happen since she had written them, but tomato, tomato, potato, potato, there was little difference practically.

But, before she could bring out another card, the wall opposite her, and behind Dromey, burst open.

“Argh!” Iku grunted as she was thrown through another wall, charts, graphs, pieces of wall, and figurines raining down on her as she landed on the ground.

Before she could get up, there was a flash of red black, and gold, and then she was forced back down into the ground as Takemikazuchi landed atop her.

But before the sword god could open his mouth, another voice pierced the room.

“NO, NO, NO! I don’t wanna go back, I’m not gonna go back, YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!” The dream goddess cried, jumping away from the newly made hole in the wall and the offending gods and across the desk of Sagume into the bosom of the one-winged Amanojaku-esq god.

The offending gods raised their eyebrows in unison as the oarfish looked on impassively at the shameful display from the ruler of dreams.

The one-winged god’s eyes narrowed as she advanced towards the sword god and the oarfish he lay atop. Pulling out a sigh from behind her back, ‘Please leave.’ The god patted the head of her friend, before turning the sign around. ‘She’s very tired right now.’’