What happens when a deity descends into the world, not as a radiant figure of worship, but as a shadow among shadows? She bears no crown, no aura of light. No one kneels in her presence. She wears the plain robes of a Kakushi, silent and unseen, blending into the ranks of the nameless who tend to the aftermath of battle. To all eyes, she is nothing more than background-one more servant in a corps too preoccupied with blood and survival to notice the divine hidden in plain sight. But the earth remembers her steps. The wind stirs gently when she passes. The stars blink slower in her presence, as though pausing to look back. [KNY!Various×Reader]All Rights Reserved