"Sensei!" The boy ran down the vast halls of the manor. Various stuffed animals cluttered the halls, making it hard for the boy's small legs to make it through the halls at the speed he wanted. It had been almost a week since his eyes met with his masters. "Sensei..." The realization had struck. Sanzo Ukoku was not coming back. The boy was alone.

Forcing his short legs through the toys, he found himself at his masters old room. "Sensei..." He whispered into the small breeze coming in through the massive stained glass window. The wind seemed to be warning him of something - trying to deliver a desperate message. The boy uttered his masters name for the last time, held his arms up to his side, shut his eyes, and walked to where the winds decided to lead him.

Step after step he went - this time easily pushing through the toys as though they were simply sand. He walked down vast corridors and empty halls which he could never remember seeing when his master was here with him. Slowly he walked down a spiral staircase seemingly made out of marble. He held tightly to the railing in hopes that he wouldn't slip on the finely polished steps. Despite his fears and misery, he continued further and further until he found himself at a final staircase. The stairs were made of white marble - though they were in poor repair. Fog encased the stairs, giving it a chilling affect. The boy held his hands close to his body in an attempt to keep warm.

Slowly he descended the staircase. The final room of the manor. Stained glass windows surrounded him in all directions - each one reaching from floor to ceiling where they met at a painting of an unknown saint which watched over the room. It was in this room the boy came across the note.

Hey, Kiddo.
I didn't want to say this to your face - I knew you'd grab onto
my robes like you usually do and plead to follow me. Not that it's
a bad thing -- I'm going to miss that, actually.
But that's not the point of this note. I hope you're not too starved
by the time you find it. You're a smart boy though, you'd probably
figure I wasn't coming back after a day or so. I hope you found this
room easily enough. But that's besides the point --
Everything you see here is now yours. The castle - the possessions in
my room.. the toys.. everything. Use them as you will. Just remember -
Don't let the game end, kiddo. Never let it end.

Beside the note was the crown and robes that his Sensei wore. The boy ran his fingers down the robe, feeling his master's clothing for the last time. After this moment, he was going to be Kami-Sama, not his Sensei. He would be the one to start the games. He would be God.