At this moment, even Yato, rarely felt somewhat lost about the future.
Among the group of eight million Gods, he undoubtedly belonged to the younger generation without much seniority, having been born in the Heian Era. As a Martial God born from the wishes of his "Father"… it was precisely because of this that he had little experience and was hardly famous.
He hadn't left behind any famous legends, nor could he possess the formal acknowledgment and register of the High Celestial Plain. He existed merely as the most obscure Nameless God among the myriad of deities, down to roaming between this world and the next, bowing for an incense money of five yen, accepting all sorts of requests from demon-slaying to fixing pipes.
But no matter how impoverished he was at present, he ultimately managed to catch the last train, having witnessed the afterglow of the Age of Gods—
