Meanwhile, inside the En-Moyo District. Irkil guided the old man throughout the district, introducing to him the local foods and ongoing festivities.

Irkil looked to his left and saw a nearby food stand selling a red apple drenched with hardened syrup.

"Hey, Sir. Suna."

"Hm?"

Irkil then pointed at the food stall, whilst looking at the old man, trying to tell him something.

"There. Do you want some of those? It's on me!"

He cheerily said as he proudly proclaimed that the foods they sell in their clan are unlike any others.

"The foods in our Clan are extremely rich, it helps you to relax and regain some of your lost Divine Energy. That food specifically can help you throughout your journey as it has a long expiration date due to the freezing methods while making them!"

Suna glanced at the stall to see an ordinary God happily making his specialty.

"Come here! Come all! Freshly picked apples with a tinge of my specially made syrup!"

The clerk shouted, attracting a few of the crowd.

Irkil dragged the old man to the food stall like he was enjoying the stroll with Suna.

"Come on, Sir. Suna! We might get caught up in a long line if we don't hurry up!"

Seeing his harmless behaviour, Suna tries to enjoy the minimal amount of time he had before going through what he came for.

"Alright, alright. I won't pay for it, remember that."

"Why, of course! It's on me! I'll also bring a few back for Urkil as well!"

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The old man went silent as he heard Urkil's name being called. Though there were too many Gods already in line, Irkil instructed the old man to wait for him at the bench just beside the fountain in the center of the crowd.

"Sorry, Sir! But if you don't mind, wait for me at that fountain whilst I buy us some food."

The old man agreed and immediately headed towards the fountain where a crowd of young Gods gathered, playing tag and plucking the bubbles which were being blown by an adult God.

Suna sat at the wooden bench which faces the huge western gate, he stared at it for a minute before turning his gaze back at the children who were happily playing.

"Yes... I hope he, too, will enjoy this delicacy."

Moments later, whilst the old man was looking at the solid stone brick below him, a shadow came blocking the light.

The old man looked slightly above, facing his front, and saw Irkil holding 5 Apples covered with hardened syrup, which was called "Haws."

"Here, Sir Suna."

Irkil gave away 3 of his "Haws" to the old man.

"This is a bit too much don't you think?"

The size of the Haws was as big as his palms, making it impossible to eat throughout the entire night.

"It's alright. I'll bag it up for you if you can't finish them through this night."

Suna contemplated as his eyes wandered around his surroundings.

The old man softly whispered as he saw the pure intention that Irkil harboured towards him.

"A quarter. I'll give you a quarter."

Irkil looked at the old man, confused as he held the 2 Haws in his hand.

"Don't worry! I've already said it, you don't need to pay me back!"

He grinned, as he shrugged what the old man had said.

Little to his understanding. That wasn't what Suna had meant.

Suna sighed as he looked down.

*SIGH*

"Let's go. I want to see more of your Clan's unique delicacies."

He then slowly stood up and went away from his spot with the guidance of Irkil, he blended into the cheerful crowd.

Suna looked satisfied with what the people of this clan had offered him as he looked at the paper lanterns hanging in the middle of the street.

"Say. Irkil."

Irkil looked to his right looking at the old man's back.

"Yes? Is there a problem Sir Suna?"

Suna subtly frowned as he heard the politeness in his voice.

"There's no problem whatsoever. Your clan are living its life.

Even to the extent that they aren't even worried if in this time and day that you'll..."

The guard behind him tilted his head in confusion.

"Whatever do you mean by that, Sir Suna?"

Suna continued to walk forward as he saw some children running around the streets with a paper crane in hand.

"Nothing.

...Don't worry about it."

That evening, the 2 continued to enjoy what seemed to be a joyful celebration of the birth of a new Mikoto member.