Sato sat leisurely against a tree trunk, surrounded by a sea of white clouds. The ground beneath him had a soft, fluid-like texture, adding to the serene and surreal atmosphere. Aril, his trusted angel, rested her head on his leg, while Hikari, a close friend, sat before him.
"What predicament have you found yourself in this time?" Hikari inquired, her voice laced with concern.
Sato calmly stroked Aril's head, a gesture of comfort and reassurance, before responding, "You know me too well to feign ignorance, Hikari. As always, so drop the act." His tone was casual."
Hikari let out a deep sigh, her expression conveying a sense of worry and disbelief. "So, you created a clone with the sole purpose of killing the goddess of death and retrieving the souls of the deceased. Sato, do you comprehend the gravity of the situation you have put yourself in?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.