"Tenzu-sama...why are you riding on my back again?" A young man asked; dark blue hair, muscular frame, notoriously dark eyes and a strange tattoo over one of them, in a similar vein to the ones on the body of the young child he was picking up. "I mean...come on, are you that much of a kid?" "Shuji-kun, you are a kid, and you're the kid I made. Therefore, it is your job to protect me and carry me." Tenzu boasted, chuckling as he said so. "But you're not the world, Tenzu-sama..." Shuji responded with a meek sigh, as Tenzu continued, "I'm not the world; but I'm more important than the world."