After Mui died by his hand, he had gradually given up on himself and remained in a state of confusion.
Most of the time, Gū's consciousness had been in control.
But Shisui's Kotoamatsukami had directly awakened this personality of his.
Even after awakening, he was still unable to reunite with Ryūzetsu.
Most of his soul had already split away and been sealed inside the Box of Paradise.
He had never expected Ryūzetsu to use the life-for-life Dragon Life Reincarnation for his sake.
But Ryūzetsu was dead, and Mui was dead too. He had nowhere left to belong.
Ryūzetsu had given him life, so he could not simply give it up.
That was why he was both heartbroken and despairing.
"Stop crying. Ryūzetsu can still be saved."
Natsuki's leisurely words struck Muku's ears like a bolt from the blue.
He looked at Natsuki in astonishment. Then a jumble of emotions surfaced on his face—joy, worry, pleading.
"Lord Natsuki..."
Natsuki shook his head. This fair, tender Muku was practically a different person from the Muku who had killed his own father as easily as slaughtering a chicken.
He had no intention of teasing Muku. After all, trading one Sharingan for one Dragon Life Reincarnation was a great deal.
"I'm not joking. Wait by the side."
"Once the people of the Shinobi Alliance get here, I'll have the time to save Ryūzetsu."
Overwhelming joy filled Muku's eyes. "Thank you, Lord Natsuki! Thank you, Lord Natsuki!"
Natsuki asked curiously, "Do you still have any of Gū's abilities?"
Muku shook his head. "They're all gone."
"What about the memories?"
Muku looked deeply despondent. "I have all the memories from after Gū was revived this time, along with a small portion of memories from before."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Natsuki looked regretful. "Then you really are miserable."