Still, this left him feeling terrible, because... the drain was far too severe.
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Golden light streamed all over Yahiko, and a faint, illusory suit of Warring States-style armor flickered over his body.
"Lord Ōkuninushi, what the hell... is this place?"
Holding a golden spear, Yahiko surveyed his surroundings with a deep frown.
It was strange. Far too strange!
He did not even know where the enemy was. There was only this region he could not escape, no matter which way he went.
"There's no mistaking the presence here. This is still the Shinobi World. It's just that... someone has rewritten reality in this region."
Inside Yahiko, Ōkuninushi was frowning deeply as well. He kept feeling that the power trapping Yahiko was terribly familiar, but... his memories contained absolutely no record of what lay before him.
That feeling only made Ōkuninushi more certain that there was definitely something wrong with his memories.
"Yahiko, I can sense that this power before us is very familiar, but I have no memories of any power like this. So now I can be certain: there really is something wrong with my memories.
"So don't take any of those things I told you before to heart. Just treat them as a story, because we have no idea how much of what I said was false. Those stories probably won't affect you, but we should take precautions."
Ōkuninushi's tone was grave. The problem with his memories irritated him somewhat, too, because if he had not lost those memories himself, that meant he had become someone else's pawn without even knowing it.
In the past, Ōkuninushi would not have thought much of being treated as a pawn. After all, in his current state, he was merely clinging to life.
But things were different now... He had