Masashi Kishimoto was just a lousy manga artist. What the hell did he know about Naruto?
Xia Yan had heard that line countless times before transmigrating. He could hardly judge just how many absurd things lay behind it.
But one thing was indisputable: everything Xia Yan knew about this world had come entirely from that fellow Masashi Kishimoto!
Now that Xia Yan had suddenly seen the name, he was not particularly surprised. After all, he remembered this scene.
Still, he did not know whether to laugh or cry, because in a certain sense, this was the name of the "creator god."
That guy wasn't really thinking of leaving himself a back door in case he transmigrated here, was he?
Somewhat torn between laughter and tears, Xia Yan put the scroll away.
No wonder Kakashi acted so strangely. No wonder this Summoning Beast acted so loyally.
No wonder he showed such restraint even after attacking humans. So it was all Masashi Kishimoto's doing.
Xia Yan cursed inwardly in amusement, but truth be told, he did not think this Masashi Kishimoto had much connection to the man in his memories who had created the entire Naruto world.
In his previous life, this scene had merely been a joke and an Easter egg. In this life, it was most likely someone with the same name.
After putting away the scroll, Xia Yan breathed a sigh of relief, then plopped down on the ground beside Kakashi.
"He really was terrifying," Kakashi sighed as he watched Xia Yan come over. "That big guy. But it looks like we dealt with him."
"Yeah, he really was terrifying." Xia Yan nodded, looking at the empty pedestal before him with a sigh of his own. "That fellow really exceeded my expectations."
He truly had exceeded Xia Yan's expectations.