In the dark room, Karsten knelt on one knee, his voice trembling with suppressed excitement.
"Commissar! We are ready to join the fight at any time! Please give the order!"
His gaze burned with zealot-like worship. It was as though, with a single word from Naruto, he would charge straight into hell.
Naruto did not answer immediately. He merely looked calmly at the soldier before him—at his newly polished armor, at the fighting spirit blazing in his eyes.
"Get up, Karsten." His voice was steady, betraying neither pleasure nor anger.
"Yes!" Karsten sprang to his feet, his body taut as a fully drawn bowstring.
"Your mission is to stand by," Naruto said. "In the future, there will be a crucial battle in my homeland. When the time comes, I will need you."
Karsten froze for a moment, keenly catching one word. "Us... the squad?"
Naruto gave a slight nod and offered no further explanation.
Yet that simple gesture sent a shock through Karsten's heart. The commissar meant... he could summon not just Karsten alone, but even the entire squad...? What kind of power was this? It had already surpassed the realm of psychic sorcery and bordered on a miracle.
He asked no further questions. Every doubt turned into deeper reverence.
"Soldier Karsten, along with the Cadia 8th Regiment Storm Troopers, awaits your command at any time!" He slammed a fist against his breastplate, producing a dull thump.
Naruto released the Summoning Jutsu. A familiar mass of black mist swallowed Karsten, and the room returned to silence.
He did not turn on the lights. He remained standing in the darkness like a statue merged with the shadows.
He had completely twisted the essence of the Summoning Jutsu. It was no longer a simple summon, but a stable, two-way locatable Warp Beacon—a