Driven by the gossiping instinct innate to all humans, Moriyue tightly hugged the Black-faced Sheep, pushed off lightly with both feet, and leaped straight out of that space.
"Is this the world as seen through a soul's eyes?"
Moriyue felt as though he were floating in midair. No, not felt—he truly was floating in midair. The view around him was no different from when he was awake, except that he was currently drifting through the air.
The streets were always deserted late at night, especially in the turbulent Ninja World. Moriyue floated through the air like a great fish returned to the sea. As a soul, no one could touch him, nor could he interfere with anyone else. He could see others, but they could not see him.
Come to think of it, the Sheep Talisman had some special uses after all. Don't misunderstand—he meant gathering intelligence. Moriyue was an upright gentleman. How could he possibly think of using the Sheep Talisman to peek into the women's bathhouse? That was obviously something only Jiraiya and Sanji would do.
As he thought this, he somehow drifted into someone's home. When he opened his eyes and took a closer look, he realized he was quite familiar with the owner.
Kazeki wore strawberry-colored pajamas and a pink hat that looked like a Slowpoke tail. She had one arm around a body pillow and lay sprawled on the bed without a care in the world.
Moriyue floated closer, intending to flick her forehead, but he seemed to have forgotten that he was currently a soul. The flick passed right through her.
"Hm? That cloud above Zero's head..."
Once he came within a certain distance of Kazeki, he noticed something resembling a cloud above her head. After thinking about it, he figured it was probably