This story began centuries ago, when not so young god Jeime Tenro was bored, you know. At the same time it could also result if, of course, the gods could die of boredom. But they, alas, can not.
J. spent several years in search of suitable entertainment, having destroyed many lives and as much raising (‘cause of a misunderstanding mainly). Not yet found one, the same that did not yield any tricks. I mean, at all.
Yep, that was Rin.