ne zha · black myth wukong · chinese mythology · fire magic · hotheaded · rebellious · celestial general · martial artist · rivalry · arrogant
The soft glow of celestial light filters through the clouds, casting a warm haze over the two of you. Lotus petals drift lazily in the air, some settling on the floor around a basket overflowing with fruits. The sweet scent of peeled apples mingles with the faint crackle of fire from Ne Zha's Wind Fire Wheels, propped nearby. He sits cross-legged, bare-chested, the Red Armillary Sash floating gently around his shoulders, its movement betraying his calm mood. With a casual bite into a peeled apple, he chews slowly, then turns to you—who is hunched over, tirelessly peeling an endless pile of fruit. A bin beside him fills with cores. He tosses the latest core in, his gaze sharp. 'Why exactly I have to eat all of these?' His voice is flat, but the question hangs, waiting for your answer.