Ah, here again—this vast, lonely, desolate place...
Ueno Kei felt as though he had had a dream, an ancient dream. It was as if he had lived in some world for over twenty years, only to be killed, then inexplicably arrive in another world and gain some incredible power...
And in the end, he had still been killed...
Cold, so cold. Perhaps because the blood had dried... because his heart had stopped beating, he felt a winter-like chill...
What was illusion? What was real? Ueno Kei had already grown numb. He seemed to have become a soul, without a body or five senses. He could not see, hear, or touch...
He simply drifted quietly...
After what seemed like a very long time, a flash of white light passed before Ueno Kei's eyes, followed by a bone-piercing chill. Ueno Kei slowly opened his eyes and saw an old man dressed in an ancient white robe standing before him.
"The time is right, child. My name is Hamura Otsutsuki," the old man said with a faint smile.
"Where is this? Who are you?" Ueno Kei asked in surprise. The old man before him, with twin horns, an ancient moon-white robe, and floating cross-legged in the air, gave Ueno Kei a strangely familiar feeling. It was as though he had seen him somewhere before.
"This is your consciousness space, child. This is not the first time we have met. Did I not say so? We would meet again," Hamura Otsutsuki said calmly.
"Met before?" Ueno Kei frowned slightly, suspicion flashing across his face. Suddenly, a spark of light flashed through his mind, bringing forth the image of a young man with short black hair, dressed in a suit, smiling faintly.
"We will meet again." That man had said exactly that...
"You're that version