"BOB! Can't you see we are trying to sleep here?" An inmate down the hall shouted as he banged the bars of his cell in frustration.
"Bro, what is all this noise for? Can't you two love birds exchange letters another time, and in a quieter fashion as well?" said a younger inmate with a yawn as they sat up to see what all this commotion was while rubbing their eye.
"It seems not, Paul, but I assure you once morning hits... I wouldn't be surprised if we saw them together in the shower." A female inmate giggled as she leaned against the wall of her cell and twirled her hair in amusement.
Earning a round of laughter from the other inmates, who were startled awake as well by Bob's shout.
"Can you all just shut up and head back to sleep already?! And you two, go to bed as well and continue this nonsense in the morning." An older inmate with a missing eye said without giving anyone a chance to say anything, as they released their killing intent.
Causing everyone on the floor to shut up and return to slumber, as one wanted to provoke the old timer and receive an unnecessary beating.
'Hmm... so, it seems, the rumors weren't false after all, even Peak True Gods are caged here,' thought Pharaoh as he went to bed as well, allowing the old timer to retain his authority.
"... just who are you, truly, Rin Kurama Jasper?" The old timer muttered with intrigue before sighing, dropping the subject as there was no point in picking a fight with the Kurama Family.
And with that, silence entered once again on the top floor of Obsidian Vault...
***
Next Morning at breakfast...
After the ruckus last night caused by Bob's outburst, you would have thought he had learned his lesson and left Rin to his own devices. But it would seem that lessons aren't learned that easily...
"Sigh, what do you want, Bob?" asked Pharaoh with irritation in his voice as he couldn't ignore Bob's stare any longer.
Whilst he tried to eat this bland breakfast, which consisted of scrambled eggs with bacon, toast with grape jam, and a cup of orange juice.
"Sorry about that... I didn't mean to ruin your breakfast," Bob said before changing the subject. "Rin, once you leave, are you truly planning on killing yourself?"
"Tsk, you're still on that, Bob; I thought you would have forgotten about it by now," muttered Pharaoh in resignation.
"How could I forget something as drastic and outlandish as a teen claiming they are going to take their own life? Especially, considering your age and how much you have yet to experience in this life, Rin. Plus, why would you even say something like this at a time like this, when you could be the change our world needs? And did you even ask those close to you if they would be cool with the idea of their son or friend taking their own life for selfish desires?" Bob said as he went on a rant about life and Rin's importance to this world while trying to persuade him to drop this insane idea of killing himself once he's freed.
'Sigh, and this is why I hate talking to people of the 30th century,' thought Pharaoh as he placed down his fork and finished his cup of orange juice in the process, before answering Bob's question.
So that he wouldn't be so annoying moving forward.
"Bob, while I appreciate your efforts to change my mindset and think differently about my decision, in the end, it's my choice what I do with my life. So if I want to throw it away and attain a new one like a phoenix dying and being reborn through flames, let me, man."
"Huh? What do you mean by being reborn throughout flames like a phoenix, kid? Are you trying to claim that you can achieve Nirava naturally?" The old timer with a missing eye from last night asked with intrigue as he sat down across from Pharaoh, next to Bob, with a bowl of plain porridge in one hand and a bottle of spring water in the other.
"And if I can, what does it have to do with you, old timer?" Pharaoh retorted.
"Plenty," chuckled the old timer with a smile. "But then again, what would a sheep understand when they are surrounded by wolves clothed in wool?"
"But, Sir Isaac, what if it's the reverse and it's the innocent sheep who is acting like a fool to fool the fools?"
"Hmm, fair point, Bob," replied Sir Isaac as he examined Rin to see if he could peer through the veil that surrounded him. Yet, no matter how he tried, he still couldn't glimpse Rin's true self nor the depths of his power.
Even though to him and everyone else with the vault, Rin appeared to be a cultivator who had achieved the rank of a God. Which is an amazing achievement considering his age, yet at the same time, something didn't add up... when you take into account Rin's fight with the Warden's cousin.
Wherein he showcased power that eclipsed whatever a God-ranked cultivator could muster. Nevertheless, maybe that's the uniqueness of the Kurama Family, an elusive group of fire users who were once prominent kings and queens of Japan, yet have now been reduced to fairy tales.
But even though they play the roles of a weakened wolf in the dark, no one dares to provoke it, lest you upset the sleeping disaster. But anyway, that's beside the point.
"However, while that may be a possibility... unfortunately, I wouldn't test the water if I were you, kid, until you attained the rank of a Peak True God," said Sir Isaac as he finished his oatmeal and water, before getting up and returning to his cell.
"Why so?" asked Pharaoh curiously.
Yet before he could receive a response from Sir Isaac, a group of guards approached him and escorted him to the warden's office.
'Well then, it would appear you're a freeman, kid... may our paths cross once again if Fate allows it,' smiled Sir Issac as he watched Rin disappear upstairs.