I should know him... but he didn't know whether I had seen him before...
There was absolutely no logic to that sentence.
Only if I had seen someone could I know them. He said he didn't know whether I had seen him before, yet he was certain that I should know him.
Then perhaps the "seen" he meant was not literal.
Or rather, it was not the same "seen" that I understood.
There might be nothing wrong with that sentence. It was simply my understanding that was wrong! I might really know him!
And in this ninja world, everyone I knew was outside this mental space. His voice did not belong to anyone I knew or had met in this ninja world.
Then...
Based on his deduction just now about transmigrators...
Was he someone from my past life?
But did I know someone like that in my past life? As Chiba walked step by step toward the darkness beyond the pure white, his expression gradually calmed, though even more doubts welled up in his heart.
At this point, he was analyzing the words of that aged, dignified voice from another angle. Vaguely, he seemed to have caught onto something.
Since that aged, dignified voice knew of the world from his past life—the world he considered reality—then it was much more reasonable for that voice to belong to someone from his past-life world, someone he might know.
"Tap... tap... tap..."
Soft footsteps echoed through the pure white space.
Perhaps watching Chiba approach, the aged, dignified voice said nothing more. At this moment, aside from Chiba's footsteps, the room was utterly silent.
Hmm? Yet as he walked, the pure white slowly receded, while the darkness at the end of it continuously drew closer. Chiba's expression shifted slightly, and a flash of bewilderment