A chaos of darkness...
Hyuga Sho felt as though he had entered a vast sea of darkness.
A tremendous despair surged in from all directions, enveloping him...
Fear crept bit by bit across Hyuga Sho's body surface, about to erode him...
An invisible force—the power of the mind—repelled the erosion of the Box of Paradise's dark, terrifying power.
Two lives.
He had endured countless hardships.
Hyuga Sho, who had even experienced seventy years of Tsukuyomi.
His mental fortitude had long since become incomparably steadfast.
At a certain moment... Hyuga Sho suddenly opened his eyes.
A suspended ceiling, a concrete building, a quiet environment.
Hyuga Sho quickly rose from his seat and surveyed his surroundings.
"Where is this?"
He looked around.
Hyuga Sho frowned.
"A private residence?"
Before Hyuga Sho was a large bed, on which a woman had been restrained with ropes in a spread-eagle position.
Judging from her situation, she had clearly failed.
Hyuga Sho remembered that this woman was an assassin sent by some unknown faction to kill him.
Of course.
This was not the world of ninjas, but...
"Have I returned to my previous life?"
Hyuga Sho reached out.
A flame began dancing in his hand.
Next.
Hyuga Sho walked over to the mirror.
His reflection had white eyes, long black hair, and a fitted outfit.
Clearly, he was dressed like a ninja.
"Flame Finger... Energy Wave Cannon... Shikotsumyaku..."
Hyuga Sho tested them one after another several times.
In the end, he discovered...
He might have... fallen into a trap created by the Box of Paradise...
"If my body hadn't changed, I would have thought the world of ninjas was just a dream..."
Hyuga Sho muttered.
But now.
His body had perfectly retained the abilities and appearance of a ninja.
"In other words... this really is the