At that time, I had been unable to feel anything or move. It was the appearance of that Hashirama face that gave me a sensation, even directly pulling me out of that pitch-black space.
If it really had been another transmigration, then why would it involve power elements from the Naruto World—Hashirama's power? Then there was only one explanation left.
I had not transmigrated again at all. I had not died—I was still in the Naruto World! Chiba's gaze shifted to his left shoulder, and a string of excited thoughts flashed through his mind.
If there was something like a Hashirama face on his shoulder, then he was definitely still in the Naruto World. He had not died, but had been saved by someone!
And now, he was in the home or hideout of the person who had saved him.
In the original story, the only one who researched Hashirama Cells was Orochimaru. In other words, perhaps Orochimaru had saved him, and he was about to face all kinds of Orochimaru's experiments. But even if it was Orochimaru, as long as he could remain in the Naruto World, then his wish would be fulfilled.
It wasn't over yet. Nothing was over yet! Even if a lump shaped like a face grew on his left shoulder from now on, even if he had to face that freak Orochimaru for a while before escaping, it was fine. None of that mattered.
Hm? This— Then, amid the sudden sound of the door being pulled open, Chiba's gaze fell on his left shoulder. The clothes over his left shoulder had been charred black and burned through with a large hole, exposing half his left chest. He could clearly see the skin from his left shoulder down to his chest.
But at a glance, there