{ BΣYӨПD } Record of Ragnarok - Buddha x male reader

𝒱𝐼. Midgard

You continue to tail behind Buddha, not sure does he even have a destination in mind. It's been a while since you set foot on the mortal world, the sun hanging in the skies, birds would fly around but always land on Buddha, like nature is draw to him than you.

You survey around the area boringly, nothing but bushes and trees which can be find anywhere on earth, you began to doubt if Buddha even knows what you have and haven't seen.

Not a single word spoken, there's this odd tension between you two.

Your head drifted off into some other things, for example.

How did the Valkyries turn into a weapon. Their sole body shouldn't be able to withstand the mere power of gods.

It's been in your head for a while, even digging through books you found nothing. In Valhalla you know everything except one.

The power each god possess.

You see, Gods aren't some beings who share things like you do, like their personal power, you could only get a small grasp from human record. But it was like scrapping the surface of ice.

You decide to ask the god that's in front still walking.

"Buddha, do you have theory why the Valkyries can suddenly turn to weapon, able to withstand and kill a god"

The god slippers stop, he wasn't doing anything to his sweet from the silence, you couldn't tell what expression he holds, purposely not mind-read him just to hear from his own mouth.

The atmosphere just turn so tense suddenly no animals around, perhaps sensing the aura of the formal-looking-dressed god releasing immense power.

You grew impatient the longer the silence drags "Buddha, what sort of 'help' did you lend to that Valkyria" you didn't intend to hide your composure as half of it slip out your lips.

Slowly Buddha turn to face you. Your eyes widen slightly to see his expression, there wasn't much to it, the lollipop that stay in his mouth most the time was in his hand, his eyes show slight sorrow you didn't expect, but he mostly hold a blank face.

The sun light pouring at him while none shines on you. "Well to be honest I didn't expect her to visit me"

"what. did. she. ask"

"a technique" your hands ball into fist just in case you couldn't handle your emotions.

"Samavadhana" then it clicked, strings that tangle to nots in your head release. You've heard of such words but never expect to be a power.

To think Buddha was the one to share the technic that can kill God, and you never expect to be him. You know how to kill a god while being one, but never a human killing a God.

"I gave her information, but after Poseidon's death I began to regret it. seeing a weapon like scarps pierce gods skin..."

This feeling was mixed, anger was one that you feel clearly "you landing her a hand was enough, now you fight for humanity" you won't to deny it, you enjoy the time you and Buddha spent together outside of battle.