Hayato's expression darkened so much it looked ready to drip water—except it was aqua regia capable of melting gold and platinum.
"You're courting death!"
"I learned it from you."
Hayato fell silent for a moment. "Can I erase you from humanity, then send you back to the furnace for reconstruction?"
"Bro, we're negotiating. Is there any point in flipping the table like this?" Yuto said nonchalantly. "If you truly wanted me to disappear, it shouldn't be hard. But there's one problem: revival through soul clones is one of your trump cards."
"If you disappear, can't Ukanomitama and the others just make another one?"
"They can, but the one they make will still be me. Do you think Sister Yuhun did nothing after noticing something was wrong with me? To make me disappear completely would mean losing the soul clone ability. Can you bear that?"
Those words struck Hayato's weak spot. He was indeed powerful now and difficult to kill in battle, but what if?
The odds were slim, but Hayato had no intention of letting his guard down.
That was how cautious he was.
Commonly known as being scared shitless.
"Not saying anything... so you can't bear to give it up, huh?"
"You win. Tell me, how can we avoid this awkward situation?"
"There are two ways. First, whenever you're going to do it, let me know. I'll shut myself off completely—I won't look, listen, or think. But can you trust that? Second, get me a body, and there won't be any problem at all."
"Heh." Hayato chuckled. "So it still comes down to the body. Don't worry, if I promised you, I'll do it."
"I believe you. The question is when. As far as I'm concerned, the sooner, the better."
"Tomorrow."
"OK!" Yuto cut off the connection. "I'm shutting