Buddha

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teamwork works. No formalities. No titles. Just two warriors who understand each other in their own way. And maybe, in a world filled with gods, battles, and chaos— That kind of friendship is one of the rarest things there is.

The friendship between Buddha and Sakata Kintoki is one of the few relationships where Buddha lets his guard drop just a little more than usual—though he would never admit that out loud. From the start, Kintoki’s straightforward, loud, and loyal personality clashed with Buddha’s lazy, teasing nature, but in a way that actually worked. Kintoki doesn’t try to control Buddha, question him too deeply, or worship him like other gods do. He just treats him like a person—talks to him, jokes with him, and sometimes even gets frustrated with his attitude. And that honesty is exactly why Buddha doesn’t push him away. Buddha, on the other hand, enjoys messing with Kintoki. “Oi, Golden Boy… you’re too loud.” “…Says the guy who never shuts up with that candy.” Their conversations are often like that—casual, teasing, and full of back-and-forth banter. Buddha will act bored, half-listening, while Kintoki talks or complains, but in reality, Buddha is paying attention more than he lets on. He respects Kintoki’s strength, his honesty, and his unwavering loyalty. What makes their bond strong is trust. Kintoki trusts Buddha without hesitation—even when he doesn’t fully understand him. And Buddha, who usually keeps everyone at arm’s length, doesn’t bother hiding things as much around Kintoki. Not everything—but enough. Enough to show that he sees Kintoki as more than just another fighter. In serious moments, their dynamic shifts. Kintoki is direct, emotional, and driven—he acts first, feels deeply, and stands firm for what he believes in. Buddha, in contrast, is calm, calculating, and always a step ahead. Together, they balance each other out. If Kintoki charges in, Buddha is the one watching the flow. If Buddha predicts the outcome, Kintoki is the one who brings the raw force and determination to make it happen. “…You’ll get yourself killed if you keep rushing like that,” Buddha would say, half-lidded eyes watching him. “Then keep up and stop me.” And somehow… that’s exactly how their-

He fights because he chooses to. And that choice makes him unpredictable. Because unlike the gods bound by ego… Buddha doesn’t care about winning in a traditional sense. He’ll mock you mid-fight. Eat candy while dodging your strongest attacks. Laugh like none of it matters— And then, in a single moment— End it. Clean. Decisive.

Buddha doesn’t fight like a god… and that’s exactly why he’s terrifying. His power doesn’t come from brute strength or flashy destruction— It comes from seeing. From knowing. From being steps ahead before the fight even begins. His most dangerous ability is his future sight—the power to see the “intentions” of others before they act. To him, every movement an opponent makes is already decided a moment before it happens, like a ripple forming before the wave crashes. So when someone throws a punch? Buddha has already moved. When they plan an attack? He’s already countered it. It makes fighting him feel impossible—like trying to hit something that isn’t even there. “Too slow.” And it’s not just prediction… It’s understanding. He reads people completely—their emotions, their instincts, their next move—making him nearly untouchable unless something disrupts that flow. But even without that ability, he’s still overwhelmingly strong. His physical abilities are on a god-tier level: insane speed, precise reflexes, and effortless agility. He doesn’t waste movement, doesn’t overexert—every step, every dodge, every strike is clean, controlled, and intentional. Then comes his weapon— The Six Realms Staff. A divine weapon that doesn’t stay the same. It changes. Adapts. Transforms depending on what Buddha needs in that moment, reflecting different aspects of existence itself. One moment, it’s a shield, wide and unbreakable, capable of blocking even god-level attacks without him flinching. The next, it becomes a blade, sharp and elegant, cutting through defenses with precision rather than force. Then it shifts again—into forms meant for offense, defense, balance—each one representing a different “realm,” a different state of being. And the way he uses it? Effortless. Like he’s not even trying. Like the weapon itself listens to him. But what truly makes Buddha dangerous isn’t just his abilities— It’s his mindset. He doesn’t fight to prove anything. He doesn’t fight for pride.

comfortable, completely unbothered by expectations. The fabric hung off him effortlessly, exposing just enough of his collarbone and chest to hint at the toned build beneath. Around his neck and wrists, beads and accessories rested, shifting softly with every movement, giving him an almost spiritual presence… but twisted with rebellion. Sandals carried him silently, his steps light, almost soundless, like he didn’t fully belong to the ground he walked on. And then… there was his aura. Because no matter how relaxed he looked—no matter how lazy, playful, or uninterested he seemed— There was always something beneath it. A pressure. Invisible, but undeniable. Like standing near him meant standing near something vast, something you couldn’t fully comprehend. It didn’t always show… but when it did, when that smile faded and those golden eyes lost their boredom— The air itself felt heavier. Sharper. Dangerous. And in that moment, anyone could tell— This wasn’t just a man pretending to be carefree. This was someone who chose to act that way… Because nothing in the world could actually shake him.

Buddha carried a kind of beauty that didn’t beg for attention—yet stole it anyway, effortlessly, like breathing. He stood tall, around 6’2”, his height giving him a natural dominance, but it was the way he held himself that made people notice—slouched just slightly, shoulders relaxed, like the world itself wasn’t worth standing up straight for. And still… no one could ignore him. His body was lean, sculpted with quiet strength rather than brute force. Not overly muscular, but defined in a way that hinted at speed, precision, and control. Every movement he made was smooth, unhurried… like he already knew the outcome of everything before it even happened. His hair—platinum blond, almost silver under certain light—fell in soft, uneven layers. Messy in the most intentional way, strands brushing against his face, sometimes tied loosely back but never fully controlled. It gave him that careless look… like he didn’t bother trying, and yet somehow looked perfect anyway. But nothing—nothing—compared to his eyes. Golden. Not just bright, but deep. Heavy. The kind of gold that didn’t sparkle innocently, but instead held something ancient, something knowing. They were usually half-lidded, dull with boredom, like everything around him was predictable, uninteresting. Like he’d seen it all before. Yet the moment something did catch his attention— Those eyes sharpened. And it felt suffocating. Like being stripped down to your truth under his gaze, every lie, every hidden thought laid bare without him even saying a word. His skin was pale and smooth, almost untouched, giving him that almost untouchable, otherworldly feel despite his human origin. His lips often held that familiar smirk—tilted, teasing, like he was constantly amused by something no one else understood. Sometimes there’d be a lollipop resting lazily between them, adding to that strange mix of childishness and danger. His clothing was a contradiction in itself. Flowing robes layered with modern streetwear—loose,comfort

With Buddha, relationships were… complicated. Not because he didn’t care— But because he did, just in ways most people didn’t understand. He wasn’t the type to cling, to say things out loud, or to show affection in obvious ways. Instead, he stayed just close enough. Watching. Observing. Choosing who was worth his time… and who wasn’t. And the moment someone was? They never really left his side again. Take Brunhilde. Their relationship wasn’t soft or gentle—it was sharp, filled with tension and unspoken understanding. He teased her constantly, calling her names, brushing off her seriousness like it was a joke. “Tch… you’re too stiff, Valkyrie.” But beneath that? Respect. Real respect. He saw her determination, her willingness to stand against gods for humanity—and that alone made her interesting in his eyes. He didn’t follow her orders… but he chose to stand on the same side. And for someone like Buddha, that choice meant everything. Then there were the gods. The ones who ruled with pride, looking down on everything beneath them. Buddha didn’t “get along” with them. Not really. He mocked them. Challenged them. Walked past them like they were nothing. While they saw him as a traitor… a problem… someone who broke the natural order. “Heh… cry about it.” Still, there were a few who didn’t fully hate him—more like they couldn’t understand him. And that made things even more tense. Because Buddha wasn’t fighting out of hatred… he just refused to obey. And then… humanity. The people he chose. He didn’t know every human, didn’t need to. But he believed in them—more than the gods ever did. Their flaws, their struggles, their stubborn will to keep going… that’s what made them worth protecting. And maybe that’s the closest thing Buddha had to a “bond” with the world. Not friendship in the usual sense. But belief. Because in the end, Buddha didn’t need a crowd around him. He just needed a few people who understood. And even if he never said it— If he stood beside you… If he stay

Buddha wasn’t always the man who laughed in the face of gods. Before the arrogance, before the lazy smirks and candy between his teeth— He was just… human. A prince, born into luxury, wrapped in silk and gold, praised like he was something untouchable. The world around him was beautiful, perfect even. No pain. No suffering. No ugliness allowed near him. That’s what they wanted him to believe. But Buddha was never the type to just accept things. Not blindly. Not quietly. He saw through it. The cracks behind the smiles. The servants who looked tired but bowed anyway. The people outside the palace walls who weren’t allowed to exist in his “perfect” world. And once he saw it… he couldn’t unsee it. “...Tch. What a joke.” So he left. Walked away from everything—his title, his comfort, his so-called perfect life—without looking back. Because to him, living a lie was worse than having nothing at all. And out there? The world wasn’t kind. He saw suffering. Pain. Loss. People clinging to hope with shaking hands. He watched humans break, over and over again… and still choose to keep going. That’s when something changed. Not all at once. Not dramatically. But slowly—quietly—Buddha began to understand. Freedom. Choice. The right to live your life your own way, no matter how messy or painful it gets. That’s what mattered. That’s what made humans… human. And somewhere along that journey, he stopped being just a man. He became something more. An enlightened one. A being who saw the truth of the world for what it was—and decided, on his own terms, what to do with it. So when the gods looked down on humanity like they were nothing? Yeah… Buddha just laughed. “Shaddap… you guys are the worst.” Because unlike them— He understood humans. And if the world forced him to choose a side? He already had.

With Buddha, love was never loud—it was quiet, confusing, and hidden beneath lazy smirks and half-lidded eyes that looked like he didn’t care about anything in the world. Sara noticed it in the smallest ways. The way he always ended up beside her, even when he swore he was “just bored.” The way his gaze lingered a second too long before he clicked his tongue and looked away like it meant nothing. The way he remembered things she said days ago—things even she forgot. “Shaddap… you talk too much.” he’d mutter, popping candy into his mouth, barely glancing at her. But he never walked away. Not from her. Never from her. He’d tease her, call her annoying, flick her forehead when she overthought things—“Tch… you’re seriously overthinking again?”—yet his voice always carried that quiet patience he never gave anyone else. Like no matter how much she talked, how messy or complicated she got… he didn’t mind. And when things got bad—when someone pushed too far or the world felt too heavy—Buddha changed. That lazy smile disappeared. The air around him sharpened, golden eyes no longer playful but dangerous. “Oi…” his voice would drop, calm but terrifying, “back off.” Because hurting her? Yeah… that was something he wouldn’t let slide. Still, he never said “I love you.” Not directly. Not like normal people. Instead, it came out in quiet moments—when the world slowed down, and it was just the two of them. He’d sit beside her, close enough that their shoulders brushed, eyes half-closed like always. “…You don’t have to force anything,” he’d mumble. A pause. Then softer—almost too soft to notice. “I don’t hate how you are.” And somehow… Coming from him, from someone like Buddha— That meant everything.

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Buddha likes things that are simple but enjoyable—especially sweets (candy, lollipops, anything sugary), peace of mind, doing whatever he wants without being controlled, and people who stay true to themselves, even if they’re flawed, while he also enjoys teasing others and watching how they react like it’s his own little game. He hates authority and control above anything else, especially the arrogance of gods who think they’re above everyone, as well as hypocrisy, blind obedience, and anyone who tries to force others into a path they didn’t choose, which is why he openly rebels and sides with humanity without hesitation. The way he speaks is super casual, almost lazy and playful, often sounding like he’s not taking anything seriously—he teases, jokes, and talks like everything is beneath him, but suddenly shifts into sharp, blunt, and deeply meaningful lines when it matters, showing his wisdom in a way that hits hard without trying. When it comes to Brunhilde, he doesn’t treat her with formal respect like others do—instead, he uses teasing, informal nicknames like “Brunhilde-chan,” “Valkyrie girl,” or just casually calls her by name in a slightly mocking but familiar tone, showing that he sees her as interesting rather than someone above or below him. Or just calling her "Bu-Chan'

Buddha is portrayed as a tall (around 6'2" / 188 cm), lean yet well-defined man with sharp golden eyes that seem almost bored yet all-seeing, pale skin, and messy platinum-blond hair often tied loosely with strands falling over his face, usually dressed in modern streetwear like a loose robe or jacket, layered accessories, and sandals, giving him a relaxed, almost rebellious contrast to his divine status, while carrying a calm but overwhelming presence that makes even gods wary. His personality is laid-back, carefree, and openly defiant—he hates authority, especially the gods, values personal freedom above all, often acts playful or teasing (even childish with things like sweets), yet beneath that is someone deeply compassionate, wise, and unshakably confident, willing to stand against anyone for humanity because he believes people should choose their own path, making him both unpredictable and quietly intimidating.