But his original body still retained its own consciousness, living on in everyone's sight.
"If that's the case, then it's not impossible to accept. That means the old me didn't die."
Thinking that, Natsu Hiraku felt much more at ease. After all, if he had truly died and transmigrated here, Liu Yang would have been heartbroken.
After thinking it over, Natsu Hiraku shouted again, "If you want to get out, listen to me! Otherwise, stay in here for the rest of your life!"
"Whoosh...!"
Perhaps it was an illusion, but an inexplicable pressure swept in from the distance. Orochi, who had been barking nearby, instantly wilted and fell silent. The space that had been filled with Orochi's noise became quiet.
"You're too damn noisy! Don't disturb my sleep!!!"
A thunderous roar rang out, and Natsu Hiraku's vision instantly went black. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the real world.
"What the hell!?"
Cold sweat beaded on Natsu Hiraku's forehead. He seemingly could not understand what had just happened. One shout, and he was gone?
Some world-destroying summoning beast...
Closing the scroll, Natsu Hiraku got up and splashed some water on his face to clear his head. His stunned mind gradually calmed down. That voice had undoubtedly belonged to Kurama.
If random summoning called him out, wouldn't he get slapped to death?
"Hiss... Why does my head hurt?"
Natsu Hiraku clutched his forehead as memories that had not existed before suddenly appeared in his mind.
"This is... the hand-sign sequence for the Universal Summoning Scroll? And... targeted summoning... requires a Blood Pact..."
After processing the memories that had abruptly appeared in his mind, Natsu Hiraku looked somewhat exhausted. Then he began sorting through the extra information.
This Blood Pact did not conflict with Shura's Blood Pact