7 Imagin
(A/N: Rewritten—I couldn't add 'Snow' into this chapter because Inkstone doesn't allow 100,000 words or more and I wasn't willing to simply cut short 'Snow.' So, I'm sorry, but blame Webnovel)
A handsome young man walked upon the streets at night with two young ladies by his side, a flirty smile on his face. Both girls had star-stricken expressions as they stared at their company's face.
The group looked skeptical to rare passersby, but they were merely going to a restaurant for food; nothing shady of the sort. And, of course, the young man planned to pay.
However, as the girls were guiding him to a nearby eatery, a man wearing an expensive-looking suit had stopped them on their way. The young lad took a moment to look at the man who had intercepted them, and he couldn't help but find his face strangely familiar.
"Please to meet you, sir," the man had said as he placed a hand on the younger male's shoulder. "May you please come with me for a second, sir? My 'boss' requests your presence."
The young man frowned before taking a glance at the two girls beside him. "I'm sorry, but as you can see, I'm accompanying these two fair ladies right here. You can tell your boss I said no," the young man responded, taking both of the misses hands and walking ahead.
The man stared at the youngster's retreating figure as quickly vanished into the shadows, and he took out an item very similar to the modern phone, using it to call his 'boss.'
"Shisui-sama, the young master has declined."
((Haaa...)) the man heard his boss sigh. ((Of course, Yasuo-sama would summon a [Cursed Tier], one with possession as well. How in the world am I going to explain this to his family? ...Nevermind, I permit you to use force to bring him to Headquarters))
The man nodded, recognizing the order. He was one of the few people who knew of his boss' and the young master's secrets—being of the boss' clones gave him such privileges.
Much of the company's 'employees' were clones, but not many of the said clones were even aware of that.
The man ended the call, proceeding to call yet another "number," as his boss called it.
The man was conscious of the fact that his boss, or rather himself, was once dead. And, as such, had gone to Paradise—a place much like the Elysium of Tartarus or Valhalla—a utopia.
Still, Paradise was so much more different than those places. It was a space only for the [Summoned], yet there was a condition; one had to be a hero or something of similarity.
But, he knew there were other 'spaces' for the [Summoned]—he had no idea where or what they were, though.
Nevertheless, through an inconceivable device named the Dimensional, he had been able to witness the evolution of mankind, but more importantly, the advancement of technology.
He had been captivated by the inventions, and studying it for years, he had managed to master the art of engineering—along with others.
Nevertheless, soon after he was summoned by his master, he had gotten to work; creating a company of his own to support his master. Which, only after a few short months, it had climbed to the very top in wealth rivaled by none.
He had called it: Elude.
"Capture Squad Captain, come in," the man, admitted clone, ordered through the phone.
((Capture Squad Captain, here)) came the dutiful response of another man through the phone.
"Seize the heir and return him to Headquarters," the man decreed the Squad Captain, "Mission Level: Four. Time set is 'till tomorrow. You're authorized to use force. And, don't mention anything about him being the heir—to himself, or others."
The Captains of each Squad from Elude themselves knew of particular secrets of the company, but not all of them—the cloning, to name one. But, the corporation having an heir was almost an open secret.
((A-are you certain, Vice Commander?)) The so-called Vice Commander could practically feel the Squad Captain's undisguised disbelief and dread as he listened to the man's voice over the device in amusement.
There were five levels of difficulties regarding a mission, with a sixth that almost none knew. And a lowly Squad Captain most certainly didn't have the privileges to obtain such information.
Thus, the Captain could only surmise that the mission was potentially one of the most dangerous that himself or his men would go through. The task was merely one 'level' away from Five—and Five was ugly to the point of that an uncountable number of deaths could happen!
"Of course," the Vice Commander silently chuckled in his subordinate's expense. "I'll even request a promotion if you complete the mission."
((Praise you, Vice Commander!)) the Squad Captain cheered, before seemingly flicking the switch for turning back on his (questionable) professionalism. ((Get up, you lazy scoundrels! We have a mission to complete!))
The clone of Shisui sighed as he ended the call; the Capture Squad Cap. was a bit too much for him sometimes.
Hmm...perhaps that was why he didn't tell him the mission was only a Level One. The one possessing the young master didn't know his skill set and perhaps wasn't even used to his body, after all.
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The youth and the two ladies beside him had just entered a suitable restaurant for nourishment before yet another person had stopped them.
He was frankly starting to getting annoyed. All he wanted was some food and to have some pleasant chat with the girls, but he had been interrupted nearly all night! Though, counting, it had only been two times.
But, even worse, he hadn't done anything wrong! Well, at least not in the time he was in his master's body.
He bet that it was some cliché gang boss that wanted his master's life or something. If his master died, he was going to die with him, and he certainly wouldn't allow that to happen!
"Sir, please come with—"
The young man put a hand over the shoulder of the sunglasses-wearing man wearing a suit, much like the one of the previous guy, that suspiciously wanted to take him somewhere.
"Look, I've already told the other guy..." he began gently applying pressure onto the man's shoulder, smiling charmingly during the effort. His master was quite strong, after all. "—That I don't want to. So leave me alone, would you?"
The man sent a short glance toward his pressed shoulder before looking back at the heir, a small frown becoming his face during the process.
"I'm very sorry, sir," the man started, trying to sound as sincere as possible. "But, if you do not comply, we'll have to use force, and neither of us would want to resort to that."
"Yeah..." the man's ears perked as he heard the younger male. "—How about NO!"
BOOMM———!
The man was punched into the ground, forming spiderweb-like cracks from the intensity of the hit and promptly knocked unconscious from the blow.
"AHHH—!" the ladies beside screamed in fear, running away as quickly as possible. The two girls were ordinary people; after graduating from the Academy, they had found simple work. Fighting was not for them, and they knew it, much like many of the others who didn't become shinobi.
"Ah, man...my date!" the youngster huffed, before soon noticing the increasing amount of darkness filling the streets as well as the number of people who were all suspiciously in suits, all donning the same sunglasses.
"I'm very sorry, sir, but you'll have to come with us!" a fellow said, whom the young man could only imagine was the leader—wearing the same set of clothes, but everything was colorized blue minus his glasses.
The blue-guy (yes, the youngster decided, he was going to call him that now) charged toward the young man as everyone else stayed back.
"You're going to fight me alone?" the teen smirked as the blue-guy soon reached within his combat range. "How cocky!"
His smirk turned into a full grin as he calmly dodged the blue-guy's attempt of a punch, almost effortlessly countering with a simple, yet solid thrust to the stomach. The only reason he could was because of the man's over-commitment, but he wasn't going to complain.
The youth was expecting his punch to do much more than it did in reality. It felt as if he was hitting a reinforced metal wall, and his fists already began aching.
'Damn! The first guy was a trap to make me overconfident, wasn't he?!' the youngster thought, mentally berating himself as he winced, awaiting the coming pain.
It was the blue-guy's turn to grin this time, as he grappled his opponent's head and forced him down to the ground. The man used his other free limbs to restrain the youth's, shouting to his subordinates: "Now!"
The young man stopped struggling, anticipating anything at that point—the pain, the torture, possibly even druggings; who knows they were going to do to him.
'Ah, maybe I did screw up this time. Sorry, master...'
And with that thought, he fell unconscious.
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"That wasn't so hard," the Squad Commander, or the so-called blue-guy, said as he gently placed the heir onto his shoulder. "It was barely worth a Level Two," the guy scratched his beard, "But I guess it's 'cause of the heir, huh?"
"Well, whatever. Good work, fellas!" the Squad Commander shouted toward the ten-twenty people behind him. "We'll have a nice feast tonight, on me!"
The excited cheers erupted from his underlings.
"Ah, shush it you imbeciles," the man waved his hand, "The mission ain't over just yet!" That got the group silent. "Now let get the heir over to Headquarters, yeah?"
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"Vice Commander!" the Captain of the Capture Squad called as he knocked on the door.
The building was a massive tower, and the upper floors were hidden by such powerful Genjutsu that even the Hokage would not be able to look past it.
The tower itself served as a store of sorts, though on the bottom floors, while the ones further up acted as offices.
The Squad Captain was in the third-to-tallest Section of the tower, the place saved for the third-in-command of the entire company—the so-called Vice Commander.
"...Hmm? Come in." The man looked up from viewing his papers on his desk.
It required a lot of effort, paperwork. But he had to do it nonetheless; it was one of the downsides of being the Vice Commander.
"Yes, sir!" the Squad Captain complied, opening the door and going inside the room. The place's appearance screamed of luxury, as expected of an insanely rich corporation.
"You're back." The man let out a content smile. "I see that you made it out safe and unharmed." His face suddenly turned stone-cold. "Report Captain of the Capture Squad."
"Yes, sir!" The Squad Captain immediately saluted, as if expecting the abrupt change.
"The heir has been subdued securely, currently in the Control Room, and is expected to wake up soon. None casualties—that is all, sir!"
His superior nodded, relaxing his features back to a light smile. "Good," the man nodded, "Bring the heir here, and don't worry about your promotion, I'll be sure to bring it up with the rest of the council when I have the chance. Dismissed."
The Captain bowed before swiftly exiting the room, heading to the elevator and setting it to go to the Control Room of Section Fifty. The man was never one for technology, but the devices created by the company were simple enough for even him to use.
Going to the room that hosted the heir, the Squad Captain carried him to the elevator, and back to the Vice Commander's Section.
The latter motioned to an unoccupied couch, and, recognizing the gesture, the Captain laid the boy in his arms onto the piece of furniture. With another bow of respect, the man left the room, leaving the Vice Commander and the heir alone.
The third-in-command stared at the Squad Captain as he closed the door, before standing up from his seat, and walking up next to the unconscious boy. Just as the Captain had said, the boy had signs of awaking shortly.
He could splash the young master with cold water to help stir his consciousness quicker, and he had thought about it but decided not to go through with it.
He would give his [Summoner] his rest, after all, what [Summoned] would he be if he didn't? Though he was merely a clone of the original Shisui Uchiha—it nevertheless changed nothing.
Pulling a nearby chair, he set it not too close to the couch. Sitting down, he began contemplating what to do next.
The possession most likely wouldn't be complete right after the young master awakens, thus, to dispel any enmity between 'himself' and the new [Summoned], he would take the chance to explain everything.
That would make his original's job much more manageable, which was precisely the reason why the original had created him in the first place.
'What a hassle...' The man sighed. Honestly, he wasn't getting paid enough for everything he's done for his original.
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He awoke expecting a massive amount of pain, possible headaches, and most definitely shackled onto a chair, or something comparable.
What he did not anticipate was the possibility that he would be completely okay, and what he thought was going to come hadn't and wouldn't come in any sense of the matter.
He opened his eyes, greeted by the sight of a familiar face—the very same person who had first stopped him in the street.
"Where am I?! What do you want from me?!" He barked, quickly sitting upright, making sure to keep his guard up. Trusting your potential kidnapper wasn't exactly the best of plans.
The man before him lightly smiled as he looked up from the papers in his hands.
"You're awake," he began, putting the papers onto his desk before placing his hands on his lap. "Tell me, what's your name, and how long until the curse wears off? And, worry not, you are not in any harm."
"What in the world are you talking about?" He tried to sound as if he had no clue but, ultimately, trying was not enough.
"You know what I am talking about, [Summoned]." The man smirked knowingly, as the 'boy' flinched at the mention of the word. "Now, let me say it once more; what is your name and how long will it be until the curse fades away?"
He stared at the man for a good while before finally sighing and, without a choice, he replied, "Urataros...the evening of tomorrow."
Not wanting to give away his [Summoner]'s name, he gave away his own. No one would be able to connect it with the Imagin, Urataros.
"Will there be any side-effects when the curse wears off?" the man nodded as he questioned on, giving the 'boy' no room for questioning back.
"No." He gritted his teeth, glaring hatefully at the man. He didn't want to reveal any of this, even if the questions asked didn't bring his master any harm, but he didn't have any option but other to comply.
Though the guy had shown no hostility so far, he still kept his guard up—by no means did he trust him in any way.
At least, not until he knew for sure nothing would happen to his master. He might be a no-good playboy that used his master's body to flirt with girls right after being summoned, but disloyal he was most definitely not.
"Good... Now ask away, you look like you're about to kill me just with your glare alone," the man said suddenly, lightly laughing.
The boy's eyes widen in shock; never would he had imagined that the man would allow him to do such a thing. "W-where are we?" he hesitantly inquired, cautious of whether or not the man would go back on his words.
"You are currently present in the main store of Elude, the third tallest section, in fact—my office," the man calmly responded.
The boy grew quiet, just now thinking of looking through his master's memories to find anything related to the so-called 'Elude' as he berated himself during the effort.
Everything would have been so much easier if he had done that during the start of his 'summoning.' He inwardly sighed. The past remained the past; he couldn't change anything now.
Going through his master's memories, he absently stared at the man before coming to a realization. '...That's why he looks familiar!' he thought, wide-eyed as continued into 'his' recollections.
He dismissed many of the memories that had popped up, focusing purely on his situation, and the individual with the name 'Shisui.' There was also the fact that he didn't want to intrude in his master's privacy.
There was nothing concerning the company of 'Elude' other than being a wealthy company, but when 'reading' on the so-called 'Shisui,' he had found an utterly shocking discovery: he was a [Summoned], just like him!
"I see you've finally realized." In his shock, he had barely managed to hear the man's voice. Snapping out of his thoughts, he focused back into reality, staring intently at the man.
"Once the curse wears off, will Yasuo-san retain the memories of now?" the man went back to questioning, but the boy could see an almost-desperate expression on the man's face.
The boy stayed silent for a moment, taking the time to re-confirm that 'Yasuo' was indeed his master's name; coming out in the positive.
He slowly nodded as the older male let out a sigh, smiling. He felt a bit guilty about it—as he frankly had no clue whether or not his master would still have his memories when the [Curse] wears off.
"Good. That makes my job much easier," the man said. "Now, forget the questions, for now, I'll explain everything I can...for the young master as well."
The boy's mouth turned agape as he heard the title, becoming speechless.
"Let me start with the beginning," the man began. "Shisui Uchiha, the founder of Elude and Yasuo-sama's first [Summoned], had created the company soon after he was 'called' by the system as a means of assisting Yasuo-sama financially, and everything that came with it."
The boy's ears twitched as he regarded in the back of his mind the rather unsubtle change in honorifics.
"Although the company was no longer required after Yasuo-sama had acquired the [Skill], Unlimited Treasury], Shisui-sama had decided to continue with developing the company, in an effort toward better social standings for Yasuo-sama," he continued.
"By using [Clones] and [Kotoamatsukami], one of his [Mangekyō Sharingan]'s [Skills], he managed to create a quickly growing corporation—which of that I am as well of Shisui-sama's clones," the man took a deep breath, "And, as for Yasuo-sama's position in the company, he is the heir..."
Finally finishing his explanations, the man stared the quiet newly-[Summoned] across of him before frowning.
"Oh...pardon, it seems that I've said too much at once," the man sincerely apologized, bowing his head. Lightly waving his hand, he offered: "Please, ask away anything that you have in mind, Urataros-san. I'll gladly answer them..."
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"Say, Shisui-san..." Urataros began as he and the president of Elude walked the streets. "Why are you following me again? Shouldn't you be busy with managing your company?"
Hearing Urataros' question, Shisui impassively gazed at the boy next to him as he once anew remarked his appearance.
His 'young master' was taller than the last time he had seen him, with a streak of blue running down his now-longer hair, and equally blue eyes. With an expensive pair of glasses, a neat white shirt, and short, bluish pants, his appearance was excellent.
However, what bothered Shisui the most was the newfound length of his young master.
His young master was slightly taller than average, around three-foot seven and a half. But, with his new height, he was now at the height of an average Shinobi adult of five-foot-eight—and he looked barely fifteen!
'Yasuo' was taller than himself, gosh darn it!
Shisui took a deep breath, contributing the extra height to the curse. He knew he would have the most joy (sarcasm) if the curse didn't restore his young master's original height once it was over, in trying to explain and fix everything.
Of course, he had inquired Shuichi—his self-proclaimed janitor, and third-in-command—about the issue, but the man had no idea. Naturally, he had questioned Urataros as well, but only for the same result.
He nodded—but, somewhat hypocritical to his actions, he stated: "My 'employees' have that covered. What is of importance now is the guaranteed safety of Yasuo-sama. As such, I have determined that accompanying you is the best option."
"Being that currently, your original [Curse Tier] body is 'inside' of Yasuo-sama's equivalence of a low [Rare Tier], leaving 'you' alone isn't exactly the best of decision," Shisui finished.
What he did not explain was the political side of making one such decision; one part of him thinking that even if he did tell Urataros, he wouldn't understand or perhaps even care.
Nevertheless, with him attending to Urataros and in turn, Yasuo, it would make maintaining most of the demands of the Konoha Council much more manageable for him to handle.
Urataros sighed in slight irritation. There were some cute girls around, and maybe it was just a bad habit, but he couldn't help but get the urge to flirt with any of them.
But, knowing Shisui from his master's memories, and now, he would most likely stop him, giving some excuse about ruining his master's dignity or something.
Sensing the subtle silencing Genjutsu that Shisui had cast around them subside, Urataros sighed yet again, in defeat. Welp, time to butter up to the man to give him some leeway—the [Summoned] had thought.
"Well Senpai," Urataros smiled, ignoring the slight jerk of his so-called Senpai's ears, continuing: "How about we get some food? 'My' stomach feels a bit empty."
Shisui nodded, thinking that the proposition was a good idea. Not feeding, or even just delaying food for the young master on an empty stomach was frankly not a great plan; he would know.
The pair walked into the shopping district, ignoring the mixture of stares from the other passersby, as Shisui looked for a suitable restaurant for both of them to dine in.
It was only after a few minutes of blind wandering that the man realized his mistake. Turning his head toward his young master, he began asking, "What would you like to-"
"Hey!" Shisui was interrupted as a group of four men came in front of the two, the seeming leader calling out to them.
Shisui stared at the courageous four with raised eyebrows.
They had the standard Shinobi weapons on them—shurikens, katanas and all. But, he couldn't help but think they were a bit unintelligent. After all, daylight robbery (obviously, especially within a village that had a police force incorporated) wasn't exactly the best of ideas.
"That—whatever they're called—Evade, sh*t you two got on?" The leader of the group pointed at their clothing. "-Yeah, give it to us. Now!" Seeing that the two didn't respond, the man angrily snapped his fingers, demanding, "Hurry up! We don't have all day!"
Urataros and Shisui merely frowned at the sight, remaining unresponsive to the man's demands. The two could see the slight panic in his eyes, seeing their reactions, but the man kept his brave front.
What Shisui WAS surprised about was the crowd surrounding them. He could see some experienced Shinobi, a few that were at least of Chūnin rank, but none had walked up to help, solely standing there spectating.
Shisui inwardly shook his head, sighing—had shinobi of the past been so degenerate? But, thinking about it, the criminals weren't their problem unless there was a mission assigned to capture them.
"Please move, we're too busy to play with you," Shisui demanded.
However, the president of Elude readied himself for a fight. The men in front of them were undoubtedly not going to listen to his words; he wouldn't either if he were robbing someone.
"You must be joking!" The leader and his companions laughed mockingly. Wiping the tears in his eyes, the leader stared at Shisui right in his eyes, savagely grinning. "If you don't, then we'll do it ourselves!"
As the group began charging toward Shisui and Urataros, the former of the two got into his stance, wanting to gauge his enemies strength before anything else.
But, he also couldn't help but find them even more stupid than before. They had the numbers advantage—as seemingly no one in the crowd wanted to help—but they didn't put it to full use.
By focusing on one individual, a group with a more number of people could quickly eliminate them, removing a threat. Unfortunately for them, and luckily for the two, they had done the exact opposite of such strategy.
Heck, they could have even had just one person in the back to do ranged Ninjutsu to hit them in blindspots. If they were confident enough to rob someone, right where other people were watching, then they HAD to know some [Jutsus], right?
The leader and one of his men charged toward Shisui, as the other two attacked Urataros.
The veteran of the two [Summoned] had prepared to finish the job quickly, knocking out his opponents before doing the same for Urataros'. However, he paused as he felt Urataros' hand come upon his shoulder, stopping him.
"Let me do this..." the blue-eyed boy grinned as he whispered to his senior [Summoned], pushing Shisui behind him and handing him his pair of glasses.
Turning his gaze toward the criminals in front of him, he said his signature catchphrase: "Now...mind if I reel you in?"
Shisui wanted to warn his junior to be careful, as his young master's safety was the priority. But, before Shisui could say anything, the boy had already sped toward the group.
Frowning before sighing in defeat, the president of Elude figured he would at least disguise Urataros with Genjutsu.
It was subtle, as anything more powerful would have been too obvious, and it directed the crowd's attention to himself—though not the group of criminals, respecting Urataros' decision.
Showing people—especially those who antagonized Elude—the so-called heir's abilities would not be fantastic. Though it was nothing the company, and sequentially himself, couldn't handle, he would rather be cautious than not.
"Shambles!" Urataros called out, materializing silver ripple-like portals beside him. And, from the gates came an array of different weapons.
[Unlimited Treasury] was the only [Skill] that Urataros had managed to learn throughout the few hours he had to go through his master's memories.
He had tried [Water Release], but couldn't quite get used to having to make hand seals to manipulated any [Affinity].
Firing all but a katana, which he had taken for himself to wield, he attacked the closet one to him, beginning with a simple, but effective forward slicing cut.
He wasn't much of a 'sword person,' but as a spear user who had faced against his fair-share of sword wielders, he knew of some tricks.
The man parried, and expecting it, Urataros materialized a second katana into his free hand.
Quickly maneuvering to better position himself, he rammed the handle of the sword onto the man's head, knocking him out before he had the chance to scream.
"Come on you rascals, is that all you got?!" Urataros taunted, throwing the two weapons in his hands toward the next person closet to him. He promptly ran up while the man was distracted, knocking the guy out with a swift chop to his neck.
Turning his head to the last 'grunt,' Urataros summoned a silver-colored ripple, grabbing the spear that materialized from it.
Feeling the familiarity that gripping the spear gave off to him, one that he knew no sword would ever give, Urataros grinned before charging.
"Die!"
The man shouted as he fiercely swung his kunai at the boy's head. The boy had managed to dodge his attack, but noticing his quickly approaching companion, he tried grappled both of the boy's arms.
However, the boy managed to slip away from his approaching grasp with near-ease.
"Ha!" Urataros shouted as he kneed the man in the stomach, making the guy fall onto the ground, and into a coughing fit.
'Three down, one more to go-!' Urataros thought, barely blocking the leader of the criminals' stuck behind his back with the shaft of his spear, breaking the weapon, before front-flipping to a safe distance.
Glancing at the kid panting, the leader wildly grinned, taunting back: "Not so cocky now that you're in trouble, are you boy?"
Urataros showed no change externally but, frowning internally, he quickly looked through his master's memories.
Trying to find something that would help him in the fight, Urataros did just that, discovering something that would easily give him an advantage in the battle, but easily usable.
"Sharingan...!" Urataros called out as he felt his eyes physically change, as well as the world around him.
It was a strange experience; as if he could see the world progress before it moved in reality—almost like looking into the future while in slow-motion.
Urataros moved his eyes toward the single remaining criminal, as the vision of the man charging up and trying to slash him with his sword came into his sight. And, within the next few seconds, the same thing had happened.
"Predicting" the man's movements, Urataros dodged the man's strike seemingly in the last second, summoning a hidden ripple that revealed a kunai behind his back.
Confident that his abilities were better than the boy's own, the man charged yet again, assured that this time, his attack would connect.
However, as his strike was about to hit, the boy had somehow blocked his slash with a kunai. Amid the battle, it was frankly much harder for the man to use his head rather than just trying to survive and attack.
But, what had occurred the next few seconds had shocked him even further. The boy was able to counter, somehow with enough power to completely fling his sword lengths away.
He summoned another ripple, while at the same time, he felt his senior's [Summoned]'s Genjutsu fade away. Quickly knocking out the leader of the criminals while he was distracted, Urataros turned his head toward Shisui.
'Ah...oops.' Urataros thought before inwardly apologizing to both his [Summoner] and Shisui.
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"I-is that Shisui?!" A bystander spoke up.
"Who?" Came another.
"You don't know Shisui?!" Another voice spoke. "He's the founder of Elude," the owner of the voice pointed toward the tallest building in the village, "—The company that owns that massive thing!"
More murmurs came from the crowd—most of them civilians—as the revelation dawned upon them.
As the mutterings of the crowd continued, the man of the hour internally frowned, ignoring them, as he focused upon the fight happening before him while maintaining his Genjutsu.
Although the Genjutsu worked amazingly well, it had the unfortunate condition of having the User continually focus on it. The technique required incredible precision of one's chakra for it not to leak and unravel the Genjutsu.
It also meant that he couldn't move during while casting the Jutsu—yet to fully master the art of utilizing his chakra to the fullest extent. Although he had plenty of time in Paradise, he had already been occupied making sense of technology!
Of course, there was the alternative of using his [Sharingan], or even a step further, [Mangekyō] and [Kotoamatsukami]. But, the option had much more consequences than just using the simple Genjutsu he was now.
It would be suspicious; a crowd that witnessed the event suddenly losing their memories of said event. And, though [Kotoamatsukami] would efficiently solve this problem, he wouldn't be able to affect those hidden away from his field of vision.
But, maybe he very well should have used [Kotoamatsumi]. Due to the requirements of casting the Genjutsu, it would come to a halt if he was distracted for just a millisecond.
And, perhaps because of his low Luck of Four, Urataros had unintentionally flung a sword in his direction. (A/N: I've changed a lot of Shisui's Stats—please check back on 'Shifting' to view his Status)
Forced to defend himself else become injured, Shisui grabbed a hidden kunai from his sleeves, easily deflecting the weapon. Thankfully, as the sword reached him, it didn't have much more kinetic energy left.
But, unfortunately, his Genjutsu had been disrupted—and, again, perhaps of his low Luck—Urataros had practically revealed [Unlimited Treasury] for the whole village to see.
"Haa..." Shisui sighed as he stared at the concluding battle.
He didn't blame anyone, but maybe except the group of idiotic daylight muggers.
He would have to answer the Elders at some point, and he guessed that after he escorted his young master back home, it would be a great time to do so.
Then, came the Police Force.
They soon left as they appeared, quickly figuring out the situation via the crowd and arresting the criminals. Most of them were unconscious, with one in profound pain, so capturing them wasn't exactly hard.
Shisui walked toward Urataros; with the Police Force, the crowd had dispersed, leaving the two alone. Though he was sure there were some Anbus still nearby—there always were.
Looking at the boy's face, he looked sheepish, as if he wanted to apologize for something.
But, before he had the chance, Shisui said, "Let's get some food-" And, almost on cue, the boy's stomach had growled. Chuckling, the president of Elude continued: "What would you like to eat, Urataros?"
"Street food!"
The boy noticed his senior's strange look toward him.
"What? I want to try the street food in this whole new world! Ah, buy a lot too, please Senpai? I'm starving!"
___
Urataros and Shisui strolled the street, as the former looked for something that would appeal to his tastes.
"Back to the conversation that we had in my office—you said that you still have a rather large part of your memories?" Shisui suddenly asked his junior as they continued walking.
"Yep," Urataros nodded. He trusted his 'Senpai' enough to reveal such information, after all, they were existences to assist their [Summoner]; none else.
"Though I don't remember a lot, like a lot of my friends, I can still recall some relevant information. Like Singularity Points, for example."
"Singularity Points?" Shisui inquired, interested; that was a new term that he'd never heard before.
Urataros nodded, explaining: "Singularity Points are beings that can exist independently of time itself and are unaffected by changes that occur during their past."
"Then," Shisui frowned, "—Based on your explanation, wouldn't Yasuo-sama be a so-called Singularity Point?"
"That's right, Senpai." Urataros nodded yet again in confirmation. "Since Yasuo-sama had come to this world through AM-sama, he is a Singularity P-"
Just as he was about to finish his sentence, he paused, suddenly freezing in his tracks, silently looking down onto the ground. Stopping with Urataros, Shisui patiently stared at the boy as he waited for him to finish thinking.
"No..." Urataros began after a short moment of thoughts. "This universe is an entire Singularity... A Singularity Universe, one that shouldn't have existed in the first place, but was because of AM-sama. Which, also means everyone in this universe is a Singularity Point."
Urataros nodded contently. He had full confidence that his theory was correct, having built it using both his previous knowledge and his master's memories.
And, as an Imagin, he could even feel that every single person he had contact with so far was a Singularity Point—only proving his theory.
"But...Urataros, what does it mean to be a Singularity Point?" Shisui asked as the two began their walk anew. "If what you said is true, what happens when one is independent of time?"
Urataros frowned as he searched through his blurry memories, before replying, "A Singularity Point can suppress an Imagin's—my race—will when it over their body. It allows them to be untempted by the wish an Imagin can grant."
"However, in turn, people of my race are attracted to Singularity Points. Though, I'm sure that I'm the only Imagin that exists, and would ever exist, in this universe."
The 'boy' shook his head. "But, I'm not able to do the wishing, and the only reason why I'm possessing Yasuo-sama is because of the curse."
He stopped there; that was the only information he could recall from his memories.
Shisui nodded, thinking as he absently continued walking.
He trusted Urataros' words, and presumably that everyone was a Singularity Point, there was no need to take measures against Imagin.
However, one could never be too cautious—unfortunately, even with the knowledge of Singularity Points, he still didn't know how to deal with Imagins. Shisui inwardly nodded, he would ask about that to Urataros next.
"Senpai!" However, before he was able to question the 'younger' [Summoned], he was snapped out of his thoughts as the 'boy' called out to him.
"Hmm...?" Shisui hummed with raised eyebrows.
"Let's go there!" The boy grinned, pointing a finger toward a small concession stand.
Shisui turned his head to where Urataros had pointed, as the sight of an elder tending to a what seemed to be takoyaki stand came into view. It was quite tidy, and the aroma coming from the food was just amazing.
Shisui nodded as Urataros, with his grin lingering, quickly pulled him toward the stand. Shisui only sighed at the unnecessary pulling, not complaining.
He knew Yasuo-sama would be excited about food, and Urataros in his body would be the same; if what he thought about his possession was accurate.
The elder of the stand looked up from his newspaper, standing up as he heard two potential customers come to him. Smiling, he warmly welcomed them both: "Hello! What would you like? I make the best takoyaki in the village!"
"Takoyaki?" The boy in front of him frowned, tilting his head. "What's that?"
The senior had a look of disbelief on his face, but taking a glance at the boy's clothing, he lightly shook his head.
"You know what, kid?" The elder began, taking a paper boat and putting some freshly made takoyaki he originally cooked for himself into it, plus a toothpick.
"—Try some, it's on-the-house. I guarantee you'll love it! The man grinned at the end, practically shoving the paper boat toward the boy.
Urataros stared at the dish given to him, unsure of what to do. In all honesty, he never had street food before—or not that he would remember.
Though, he guessed he could at least TRY to figure out how to eat it. But, the only thing he could think of was frankly pouring the so-called takoyaki into his mouth, using the paper boat as something like a cup.
Thankfully, the elder, noticing the boy's not-so-hidden confusion, helped him out. "See that small thin stick of wood?" he asked as he lightly chuckled, pointing toward the toothpick at the side of the paper boat.
Seeing the boy nod, he continued: "Stab that into one of 'em balls, put it into your mouth, chew, and experience pure bliss!"
Urataros listened to the man's instructions with fierce determination in his eyes. He followed the elder's directions, poking the toothpick into one of the takoyaki, and eagerly driving it into his lips.
He bit into it——before oceans of rich flavors came crashing into his mouth.
The dough combined with the flawlessly mixed diced octopus, tempura scraps, pickled ginger, and green onion—just made the dish unforgettable.
"This..."
He had never quite had such an experience before, and it just made him want more. Though, that was most probably due to the fact he couldn't eat anything as an Imagin.
But, still, the takoyaki tasted unquestionably delightful; the very peak of snack perfection!
Urataros licked his lips as he quickly munched down onto the remaining four-or-so octopus balls. Looking up back to the owner, he grinned, "More, Ojii-san—a lot, a lot more!"
The old man smiled, laughing, "Coming right up!" before getting to work. Though his stand was rather small, he could surely cook up tens of his customer-favorite balls within a couple of minutes.
As Urataros waited, he suddenly turned to Shisui next to him, whom he had almost forgotten was next to him.
"Hey, Shisui-san," Urataros began sheepishly asking, while Shisui turned to meet his gaze. "How are we going to fit all this takoyaki? We can't just...you know, hold all of it in our hands."
"No worries, Urataros," Shisui smirked, taking out what appeared to be a scroll. Urataros stared at the large piece of paper as Shisui began to unroll it.
"This Scroll can be used to store things—a lot of things—using the Enclosing Technique," the man explained, regarding the gawk of the owner of the stand into the back of his mind.
Shisui had long since determined the elder harmless; he was simply an ordinary man with equally typical, if not lower than average, values of chakra. Although, that factor was most likely due to the man's oldening age.
The owner lightly shook his head, focusing back to his cooking takoyaki.
"Oh, great!" Urataros happily exclaimed, inwardly smiling. He had been secretly watching the elder the entire time and had gotten a genuinely pleasant impression of the man.
After waiting a bit more, the takoyaki had finally finished cooking.
"Here you go, lad," the owner said with a small smile, placing some twenty paper boats of the octopus balls upon the Sealing Scroll. It had been previously placed onto the ground by the man that he could only guess was the boy's guardian.
"Thanks, Ojii-san!" Urataros grinned, before suddenly losing it, remembering something of very high importance. "Ah, right, Shisui-san—can you pay for me, please...?" the boy asked, bashfully scratching the back of his head.
Shisui widened his smirk as if he was expecting his junior to ask the very same question at any moment. "No worries, Urataros," Shisui repeated, casually taking a bill of five-hundred ryō from practically thin air—at least from Urataros' view.
"Keep the change," Shisui said as he held the money out to pay for the food.
But, the owner immediately refused, shoving Shisui's hand back. "No, no," the old man shook his head, seemingly pale from the amount of money in front of him. "It's too much."
Shisui lightly frowned before asking, "How much is the total?" Five-hundred ryō would barely satisfy the cost of—if he had counted correctly—120 pieces of takoyaki.
"Two-hundred and forty," the owner lightly replied.
"That can't be right," Shisui murmured, his frown became more profound as he grew speechless. The price that the owner offered was so disgustingly low that it was half that of regular prices!
But, the elder had easily heard him. "Well, lad. I've been doing this for years," the man said with a serene smile.
"Unfortunate I can't make everything free—I gotta feed myself somehow." The owner showed a grin, "Well, nevermind that, hurry and pay up little ol' me."
Shisui showed a nearly-rare, genuine smile, handing the owner a two-hundred ryō bill and the forty in coins. The owner took it with a grateful smile on his face.
But, what he didn't know was the money was an illusion. In reality, Shisui had given the man ten-thousand ryō—adding [Kotoamatsukami] for the elder to believe the money was indeed his.
Though his [Skill] would go on cooldown for a week, it was the least he could do for someone so old who was selling his takoyaki such a low price. And, if he had given it to him without deceit, the man would of flat-out rejected.
The elder to his two customers as they walked away. "What nice, young lads..." the old man whispered before sitting comfortably back onto his chair, going back to reading his newspaper.
"...Ah! That's where I recognized that man—Shisui!"
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"So...where are we going now, Senpai?" Urataros inquired as the pair continued the streets.
He had no idea where they were currently, and the seemingly random, unsigned paths weren't exactly helpful, either.
"...Also, can I have my glasses back, too...?"
Shisui spaced out, remembering he still had it, before nodding—taking the pair of glasses out from his pants pockets and handing them back to his junior.
Aimlessly observing Urataros once again wear the spectacles, ere turning his head toward the Uchiha-Kyūkyoku mansion, Shisui replied to the question: "We are returning home."
The Imagin followed the man's line of sight and was shocked at the discovery.
"You mean that massive house is Yasuo-sama's home?!" Urataros exclaimed, pointing a finger toward the mansion not too far away from them.
He had never seen something as big as that in his entire life of mainly blurry and vague memories!
"That is right," Shisui nodded, but suddenly frowned, asking with genuine confusion on his face, "Shouldn't you know? You went through all of Yasuo-sama's memories, hadn't you?"
"No, no!" Urataros waved his hands, seeming almost offended as he responded. "That would just be invading Yasuo-sama's privacy! I would never!"
Shisui bobbed his head understandingly as he allowed a smile to surface upon his face. "Well, that's good..." the young man muttered, before saying: "We've almost arriv-"
"Onii-chan, you're back!" But, Shisui was interrupted as Urataros heard the squeal of a young girl—the same beautiful, raven-haired girl whom's arms were now hanging around his neck.
"Mou...you just left right after breakfast without warning; everyone was worried!" The young girl pouted, before noticing his appearance. "Hmm...? Why do you look so different?"
Urataros had been, mainly due to some strange form of instinct, prepared to flirt with the girl. After all, who wouldn't want to with such a beautiful yet cute young lady?
Until, his brain had begun working, and he registered what the girl had said. "W...what? O-Onii-chan?!" The Imagin exclaimed, apprehending the WRONG with what he was just about to do.
The girl frowned, clearly realizing something was not right with her 'Onii-chan' as she quickly let go of Urataros, taking a long leap backward.
"Who are you?" the young miss snarled, turning her head to the Yasuo lookalike's companion. "Shisui-san? Explain, who is this?"
Shisui bowed his head, thankful for the fact that there was coincidently no-one nearby walking the streets. He inwardly contributed it to his young master's, and in turn, Urataros' Luck stat.
"He is another of Yasuo-sama's [Summoned], Urataros, Vyra-sama." Shisui inclined his head even further. "A [Cursed Summoned]—one of [Possession]."
Urataros watched as the so-called 'Vyra' nodded her head, though keeping her frown. The young girl quickly twirled her head toward the Imagin, her frown slightly intensifying.
"When will the [Curse] expire?" the girl further, heatedly questioned on. "And why did Yasuo just run off after breakfast?"
Urataros was about to answer the first question but closed his mouth at the last second. The girl didn't seem to appreciate his very existence, so he chose to stay silent instead.
Thankfully, quickly taking notice, Shisui had covered for him. "Soon, Vyra-sama," the man responded, "The [Curse] will end within a couple of minutes, as well as everything with it."
"As for your other question...that was simply a clone of mine acting as Yasuo-sama," Shisui clarified before apologizing, "I'm very sorry Vyra-sama. The situation did not present me with many choices."
Urataros noticed Vyra's expression soften, a look of honest relief coming up upon her features. "Good," the girl gently nodded, "We'll wait here until then; the evening shouldn't be too far aw-"
"Nee-chan, why'd just run out of the house all of the sudde..." Another girl's voice coming from the direction of the mansion had interrupted Vyra before gradually halting, noticing Urataros.
The girl had uniquely white, delicate hair with an equally delicate face. But, fortunately for the Imagin, he knew better this time.
"Yasuo-nii, welcome back!" the white-haired girl happily beamed, genuinely delighted to see her brother.
"But...why are you so much taller than before, Yasuo-nii? Your hair is different too..." she asked, tilting her head in wonder.
Urataros did his best 'real' smile—something he knew he had not done in forever even with his hazy recollections. It seemed that this white-haired girl didn't know about AM, and he would try his best to keep it that way.
"Don't worry about it-!" Urataros almost faulted as he forgot that he didn't know her name.
But, ignoring the glare from Vyra and trying his best to save his smile, he continued. "It's a Genjutsu that Shisui-san showed me that I wanted to try, and it seems like it worked."
"That's awesome, Yasuo-nii!" The girl's face lit up with a bright smile but soon disappeared as she remembered her chores. "Ah, right! I need to help Kaa-chan with laundry!"
As the white-haired girl rushed back inside the mansion, Urataros released a sharp sigh of relief.
"As I was saying," Vyra spoke up with a cough after a short moment of silence. "We'll wait here until the evening comes." She piercingly eyed her possessed brother, asking, "What will happen after the [Curse] ends?"
"U-umm..." Urataros stuttered before somewhat regaining his voice, "I-I'm not sure, V-Vyra-sama...?"
The Imagin inwardly let out a breath of self-ease as the raven-haired lass didn't rebuke him, instead, lightly nodding in understanding as she closed her eyes.
"Then we'll see," she said, opening her eyes after yet another bout of silence. Turning her head toward the senior [Summoned], she asked, "You said that there would be no repercussions after the [Curse] ends, is that right, Shisui?"
The future Uchiha nodded, and it was then that Urataros had regarded the girl's maturity, unlike what her young appearance displayed.
'Maybe...' the Imagin thought, 'Maybe she's Yasuo-sama's [Summoned] as well...?'
It would indeed explain a lot—the reason why she seemingly knew everything about the system and the [Summoned]. However, it didn't solve the fact that Shisui acted as if she was 'superior' to him.
Or...she could be an [Companion] of his [Summoner].
[Companions], as Shisui had told him, were existences contracted to AM-sama, and in turn, their [Summoner]; as Yasuo-sama was the ultimate master of the system.
Much like the [Summoned], [Companions] were those loyal to their [Contractor], but had sequentially more freedom than the former would ever.
[Contracts] had no other conditions other than friendship and loyalty. And, a [Companion] could also use anything of their [Contractor]'s, well, as long as said [Contractor] allows it.
Urataros tried finding a better comparison, and he did: if [Companions] were like employees, then the [Summoned] were like somewhat like slaves!
However, then comes the question on just how Shisui knew such information no [Companions]. But, the presence of Vyra would easily be able to explain that.
Aha—he wasn't as dumb as he thought he was!
Or...it was just that he was instead using his master's much smarter brain than his own.
"-ong will it be until evening comes, Shisui?" the very same girl asked in a dull tone as Urataros snapped out of his thoughts. The girl adorably pouted, "I want to eat takoyaki with Onii-chan!"
Being struck with cuteness, but knowing infinitely better, Urataros tried his best to remain impassive while looking at his master's sister.
The Imagin inwardly sulked as he mentally complained: 'Why is life so unfair?! My handsome [Summoner] has cuteness incarnate in his family times two—I bet his entire family is full of good-looking peo-'
"AHHH!!!" Urataros suddenly screamed, wide-eyed as an intense burst of pain came from his head.
The blue-eyed boy held his skull as if his life depended on it, unconsciously crouching down and sealing close his eyes as he continued screaming.
Shisui immediately reacted, almost instantly casting a silencing Genjutsu while Vyra rushed toward her 'brother' in panic.
"W-what happened?" Vyra asked no one in particular, knowing full well that Urataros would not be able to answer her. And, it was rather clear that Shisui didn't know, either.
Shisui frowned as he stared at Urataros, quickly deciding to somehow use Genjutsu as a way to hopefully alleviate his junior's pain.
He quickly determined that the Sharingan was a no-go. It was practically impossible for him to make eye contact with Urataros in the current situation.
His frowned deepen; that left him with only one option, ordinary Genjutsu.
It was rather impractical for him, having inherited the Sharingan and mainly using that as a form of Genjutsu, but he would have to make do.
Using forms of hypnotic Genjutsu as a template, Shisui used his quick mind to create an amateurish technique that, hopefully, completely dulled one's senses.
If he had more time, he definitely wouldn't have risked an experimental Genjutsu on his young master and his kouhai.
But, he no choice—it was either that or for the seemingly mind-breaking pain to continue to have its grasp on Urataros.
The Imagin had gradually stopped shrieking from pain, but he continued groaning, and a noticeable grimace had remained on his face.
Inwardly regarding this, Shisui concluded that the Genjutsu had worked, but not to its fullest extent. It appeared that it had only partially worked, numbing Urataros' senses, yet only to the point where he wouldn't feel as much pain as before.
'It's certainly better than nothing...If I can get a better understanding of the technique, perhaps I could develop it even furt-' Shisui caught himself, shaking his head in self-disappointment.
The man only stared at Urataros as the boy began wriggling at his ever-present agony. There wasn't much he could do about anything; only waiting.
Using this time to think, Shisui imagined that the pain Urataros was facing was due to the [Curse]—or rather the ending of it. Soon coming was the evening, and such would easily explain such a strange occurrence.
Shisui and Vyra silently and painfully, yet impatiently waited for the beginning of the evening as Urataros continued to squirm in pain.
It was torturous, both the unknown and the scene before them.
But, as evening came, the boy turned silent—his head faced right onto the ground as if he was unconscious.
Although Vyra didn't show it, she was even more worried than Shisui about Urataros. And, the silence only added fuel to that worry.
The only reason why Vyra had yet to cast any healing spells on him was just that she knew not of many. The only ones she had chosen to learn were ones that healed wounds and the like, and that certainly wouldn't help in such a situation.
Still, if not for the fact that everything was so uncertain, she would have already sped toward her 'brother,' determining whether or not he was alright or not.
Urataros' body suddenly began 'transforming.' His hair lost its blue as it became shorter and his height reverted to its original, while his face 'grew' more youthful.
As the boy slowly opened his eyes, Vyra couldn't wait any longer. She ran toward her brother as she worriedly called: "Onii-chan!"
___
Yasuo had awoken with a massive headache, as his brain filled with memories he knew most definitely had not been his.
He was very interested in the matter, but now he had more important things to put his attention on.
Taking his mind off of the pain and thoughts, he tried to open his eyes. It was hard, and he was tired—almost as if he had just spent an entire week without sleep.
But, through slight perseverance and mostly his athletic body, Yasuo had eventually opened his eyes; only to be greeted by the ground floor.
"Onii-chan!" Yasuo had heard Vyra cry out his name. He would have replied if not for the fact that he barely even had the energy to open his eyes, much less talk.
"Are you okay?!" she asked, but hearing no reply from the boy and seeing his tired state, she chose to heal him of his exhaustion.
"Patra!" she called out. It was a spell that completely cured the fatigue of a person, and it was rather easy to learn.
It wasn't much complicated, at least compared to the more powerful 'Me Petra' that could effectively heal the exhaustion of an entire group of people.
"Haa..." Yasuo moved his head to the right to not breathe in the dirt as he took inhaled deeply, feeling strength entering his body.
Yasuo pushed himself up, comfortably cracking his neck and knuckles as he stretched his body.
"I feel full of energy, thanks Vyra-chan!" Yasuo grinned, but it soon disappeared as the thought of just how he had gotten here came about.
He knew clearly where the memories started: with him sneaking out into the forest to use his [Summoned Orb]. But, it was after then where everything became obscure.
He could make out some of the memories, which two such was the deliciousness of takoyaki and being knocked out. They were up on the top of his head and were easy enough to decipher.
"Hey, Onii-chan?" he had heard Vyra's voice call him, and as his eyes regained focus, he noticed her face right in front of him. "What're you thinking about?"
Yasuo showed a smile. "I have some strange new memories that I can't figure..." he began but trailed off in the end, pausing. He had found that he had seen his twin sister somewhere in his broken recollections!
Vyra was slightly taken aback when her brother almost had stars in his eyes as he stared at her.
"Vyra-chan, you must know what happened before I became unconscious! Right?!" Yasuo asked.
The girl sucked in her licks, eventually nodding.
"Yes..." she started, her voice fading away. "But you should probably ask Shisui-san about it—he should know much more than me..."
Yasuo's eyes turned to Shisui, and the man could already see the questions in his young master's mind.
"I'll try to explain everything I can, young master." Shisui showed a smile. "If you have questions to ask, feel free to do so at any time."
___
As Shisui was telling his recountings, Yasuo tried to piece his memories along the way. Although not everything was clear, he had a moderate gist of everything that had happened during his unconsciousness.
And he was surprised.
He knew very well that he had a powerful soul. It was, after all, what had made his previous lifespan so high.
The soul directly associated with one's physical body and was much like the 'fuel' of the body—well, at least that was what AM had explained to him.
Nevertheless, with his new [Summoned], Urataros, being able to not only override his soul but also overtake his body, he was pleasantly surprised.
[Host...you are wrong on your assumption] the cold voice of AM told him in his mind. Yasuo inwardly did a double-take, feeling as if someone had just slapped him on his face.
'W-what?'
[Although the Summoned, Urataros, is rather powerful, the sole reason that it was able to possess Host was due to a predetermined one-time Curse] the system explained matter-of-factly.
[Otherwise, the system wouldn't have even allowed it to touch a cell of Host's body—much less control Host's body]
Yasuo mentally sweatdropped as he tried his best to not think of his system as a jealous girlfriend.
[The system is not a 'jealous girlfriend'!]
Yasuo ignored AM as he was brought back to reality by Vyra's voice: "Hey, Onii-chan...what're you thinking about?"
"Nothing much; just wondering where Urataros is right now," Yasuo replied, shaking his head as he smiled. "Anyway, let's head inside ba-"
The boy paused, suddenly wide-eyed as he felt something—or rather, someone—appear within his Reality Marble of [Kamui].
Yasuo went quiet, focusing his intent toward the 'someone' in [Kamui], as he found a blue, sea-turtle-like...man? And, for some reason he knew not, he felt a sort of connection with this 'man.'
[Host...the system is not sure if Host is playing a joke or something of similarity—but it will be the first to say: it is rather unfunny]
'H-huh?' Yasuo was abashed, not once in his mind thinking that AM would hammer him, again. The crimson-eyed boy suddenly felt that if AM could sigh, it would have done it right then.
[Before Host had obtained the Curse and after Host had used the Summon Orb, Host had most definitely gotten to see the newly Summoned's appearance]
Yasuo inwardly frowned, going silent as he listened to his system's words as he looked through his memories—the ones that were not messed and jumbled.
'Hey, AM...is there any way to see Urataros' face in his [Status]. Oh...and can you show his [Status], too?' Yasuo asked his system as his face revealed an expression of realization.
[...Easily, dear Host]
The system was silent for a short while, but Yasuo could 'feel' AM's mechanical, nonexistent smirk as it ended its sentence.
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[Status]
Name: [Urataros]
Age: [None—Indeterminable]
Race: [Imagin]
Power: [755]
Endurance: [2,412]
Dexterity: [520]
Agility: [217]
Magic: [125]
Luck: [51]
Charm: [2]
Health: [Unconscious]; [Fine]
Bloodline: [None]
[Skills]:
[Possess]: Passive & Active - Lvl. MAX -
(Effects):
(Possession): (Allows the User to gain possession of another's body with the consent of said 'another')
(Power Absorption): (The stats of the one who the User possesses get supplemented to the User's base stats)
[Curse of Possession]: One-time Active - Lvl. Origin -
(Effects):
(Curse of Possession): (The User is forced to possess its Summoner/Contractor for an extended period. The stats of the User become void and, instead, are replaced with the stats of their Summoner/Contractor)
___
Yasuo mentally played around with a 3D-like image of Urataros, comparing it with Urataros himself as he read through his new [Summoned]'s [Skills]. And, he was utterly shocked by just how powerful Urataros' [Skills] were.
'If Urataros is ever able to possess Shisui...' Yasuo thought, sweatdropping. But, as he continued reading his subordinates [Skills], he had gotten curious: 'AM, what's an Original level?'
[As the system has previously told you about the different Tiers, it can presume that you have remembered them?]
Yasuo inwardly nodded—though he already knew that AM knew. His system practically perceived everything that was him, being in his soul for so long and all, and having direct access to his brain.
[Then Host should very well know of the Origin Tier, the highest Tier] AM continued as Yasuo nodded once again. [And, as such, it would correct to say that it is the most powerful that any Skill can become]
Yasuo stopped at that, though he would have continued, if not for finally realizing where he was: somehow back inside his house's living room and was laying down on a couch!
He sat up, turning his head to the right as he heard the voice of Vyra.
"Jeez, Onii-chan," the girl huffed, placing her hands on her hips. "You have those 'inner monologues' way too much. And even after Shisui pulled you up to his shoulder to carry you, you didn't even respond!"
Yasuo grinned, embarrassingly scratching the back of his head as he apologized: "Ahaha, sorry Vyra. I'll try my best not to do that next time..." But, seeing his sister's glare, he quickly said, "Ever!"
"A-anyways!" Yasuo coughed, standing up and viewing his surrounds before stopping on the kitchen. "I-I should help out Shisui-san with cooking!"
And, before Vyra could say anything, the boy had run away.
"Hmph!" Vyra pouted before finding a seat at the dinner table. "At least there's good food at the end of the day..." she finished in a bare whisper.
