Chương 1035: 8
Chapter 8: VIIINotes:
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"So, let me try and get this right," Pakkun's gruff voice barked out through the woods. Kakashi had walked a bit away from the camp to get some distance between himself and Black. "You've stranded here a week ago and you only thought to call me now?"
Kakashi gave his ninken a week smile. He felt surprisingly tired, his eyes drooping a little. When was the last time, a simple summoning had taken so much energy out of him?
"Sorry." He shook his head trying to shrug off the exhaustion. "When I arrived here, I suffered from Chakra exhaustion, and… couldn't." The apology was lame, Kakashi knew himself. It was true, that when he had first woken up here, he had felt something akin to chakra exhaustion, but he had quickly recovered from that within a day. After that, truthfully, he didn't know why he hadn't called Pakkun.
Just as he didn't know why it felt okay to journey with a dog through this foreign country. Or even to follow a convicted mass murderer on his private quest for revenge. Why wasn't he doing everything he could to go back to Konoha? Sure, he didn't know how to get back home, but surely traveling at such a leisurely pace walking from village to village wasn't the most effective way to find home.
The best way to describe it, the best answer he could give to himself to all these questions was: Because he liked it. Because for the first time in years… for the first since before even his father had died… Kakashi felt at peace. There was something calming and relaxing and quite mundane about traveling through this country.
He might not know this language, or this place, or these people, but he felt safe. He didn't remember the last time he had felt that safe. There was no threat and no war looming in the background. Even more so, he felt like he could do something good: Feed a starving man, help an innocent man, accompany a lonely man… a man as lonely as himself.
What was there left for him in Konoha? A dead team, a dead sensei, a dead father. Blood sticking to his hands and under his nails. A village still in ruins by a most devastating attack. A peace on such shaky foundations that it was only a matter of time until he would find himself on the battlefield again. A child that Kakashi could only ruin. And a job that would demand of him to continue killing even during peace.
He didn't dare say that out loud. Just a week ago to mutter these words, he would have thought himself mad, stupid, or childish. Or a coward. He had never regretted becoming a shinobi, he'd been proud of it. The youngest ever to graduate from the academy. He hadn't enjoyed being a soldier of war, but he had done it with a sense of responsibility and duty. He'd never allowed himself to doubt the missions he was given or the village that gave them to him. Even killing was something, he'd always done gladly for his country. To protect the village. And even now, he couldn't bring himself to regret it… He would do it all over again, for the village, for his comrades, for the Hokage and the country. To think, that he was here, walking through a foreign country instead of helping his village rebuild, left him with a sense of guilt. Like he was failing them…
And still… part of it, part of why he had been so proud of what he was doing, why had never questioned it, and why he would do it again, was because Kakashi thought it inevitable. War was inevitable. Peace wasn't something he'd ever known.
There were only a few short years between the Second Shinobi World War – the one that had turned his father into a legend – and the Third Shinobi World War – the one in which Kakashi had fought himself. Kakashi had been born during the Second War. He only remembered very little of it. He remembered his father's many missions and the tense fear on the streets. He remembered the way the citizens had cheered for their heroes: the Hokage, the Sannin, his father. His mother had died in that war. Just a year after his birth. He didn't remember that. Not her, nor the way she died, nor the funeral. He remembered his father mourning, even years after, but he didn't remember her. He couldn't even picture her in his head. By the time he joined the academy, the last year of the war had started. The history books would speak of that year as the bloodiest year of the war. Kakashi had no illusions. He knew that that was the reason, the village had pushed him through the academy at breakneck speed. He had graduated within the year, but only a month later, the war had ended.
And another three years later, his father would abandon his mission and kickstart the series of events that would lead to the Third Shinobi World War. By the time the fighting started two years later, Kakashi had been ten, a Chunin of the Leaf and he had fought in that war from the first day on. That war was over now. And not a year after the peace treaties were signed, Konoha suffered the most devastating attack yet… a catastrophe of their own making, in a way. The Kyuubi rampaging through his home.
He didn't know peace. Whenever somebody spoke of it, he had no recollection of what that might mean. When he thought of peace, all he could picture was a short five-year reprieve before the next big war started. A reprieve that only ever lasted so long in the first place, because there were shinobi doing all the dirty work in the shadows.
Now after the third war, he was one of these shinobi in the shadows. And he would do whatever the village would demand, pay whatever sacrifice was necessary, to make this reprieve last for as long as possible.
But it could hardly be called peace. It was too shaky and too fragile for that. Hardly more than a seize fire.
Yet, here… even though Black had spoken of war, it never seemed like that in this country. Here, when he walked through villages and spoke to strangers… these people knew nothing but peace.
Kakashi would scoff at himself if he ever spoke this out loud, but now that he got a glimpse of what peace was, he realized that he craved this. And maybe, it was selfish of him, that he didn't want to go back home. Not yet, anyway. He wanted this to last longer.
He couldn't tell Pakkun, though. Not because Pakkun wouldn't understand or berate him for it, but rather the opposite: He'd prove him right! Pakkun respected him as his summoner, of course, as the human who had signed a contract with the ninken years ago… But Pakkun also saw him as a child, a pup who shouldn't have to do what Kakashi did. Just like Kakashi never liked it, when Minato doubted him, he liked it even less from his own summons. Telling Pakkun how much he enjoyed this peaceful place… his ninken would take it as a confirmation of all the things he'd worried about before. As proof, that no matter how much Kakashi had tried to prove him wrong, after all, he was just a child who had no place on the battlefield.
"Chakra exhaustion?" Pakkun repeated, his deep voice rough with an edge of anger. "So, not only did you wait to inform me that you were stranded in a foreign country alone for a week. But you were injured too? You fool!"
"Not injured," Kakashi corrected, "just…" He was interrupted by a yawn.
"What up, pup?" Pakkun asked abandoning his prior questioning in favor of this new one. "You're normally not that tired."
"I know…," Kakashi furrowed his brows. "This Kuchiyose took a lot out of me."
The small pug's face scrunched in thought. "That's not normal."
"Mah… I'll be alright." But the ninken was right. It wasn't normal, which made Kakashi worry. Was there something about this country, which made it more difficult for him to use jutsu. Like a barrier, technique to stop him from accessing his chakra? He hadn't expected that. The day before he hadn't felt any problem using genjutsu and climbing trees hadn't become more difficult either. Again, he shook the thought off, trying to focus on more important things. "How long ago was the last time we talked?" he asked just to make sure. The conversation with Black earlier had made him more aware of the possibility that he might have been out for multiple days. So far, he had naturally assumed that some jutsu had teleported him here, but there was a chance, that he might have been unconscious for longer than he thought.
"Is something up with your memory?" Pakkun asked in a tone between worried and rude. At least he didn't make Kakashi ask again but instead answered with a sigh. "Just over a week ago, during the Kyuubi attack. In case you forgot."
He hadn't forgotten of course. Kakashi scowled. He would never be able to forget that day. "Good," he said instead of berating the ninken for his tone. "That fits with my own memory. So, I wasn't unconscious for long."
"You were unconscious!?" The ninken cried out in frustration. "Pup…" But he stopped when he saw Kakashi's eyelids droop. "Pup? Kakashi! What's happening?"
"My chakra is still draining," Kakashi said because there was no point denying it. For whatever reason, the summoning didn't only take a lot out of him, even the drain of keeping Pakkun here seemed extraordinary strong. He wouldn't be able to hold that up for much longer. It was odd. Normally the summoning was a jutsu he could do even half-dead and the drain was something he barely even felt at all. "You need to leave again," Kakashi declared. "I will…" He had planned to write a message to the Hokage in which he could explain his predicament, but now he sat down as he started feeling nauseated. He didn't have time to write anything. "Go to the Hokage, and tell him where I am."
Pakkun looked around himself through the forest. He scrutinized the closest bush with a thoughtful expression. "And where are you?"
"This country is called Great Britain or England. I don't know how I…" He paused. With his fingers to his forehead, he scrunched his eyes shut as a headache started spreading there. "I'm running out of time." That much was obvious. "Tell Sandaime-sama that I'll find a way home." He had no idea how to do that yet, though. Part of him had hoped that he could simply reverse summon himself to the Kennels. His ninken's summoning dimension. From there the way home wouldn't be easy but at least he'd be closer to home than before. Now, he seriously worried that doing that would immediately kill him via chakra exhaustion. What was going on?
Pakkun seemed to come to the same conclusion. "But you have no idea, how to do it yet." He shook his head clearly worried. "Listen, pup. I don't recognize any of the smells, but even more than that… It feels different."
Kakashi opened his eyes, looking at him questioning. "Different, how?"
"The chakra…" Pakkun shook his head. There was an expression of disgust on his face. "Listen: it's wrong. You can't feel it because you don't know natural energy." Kakashi nodded to the ninken's words. As any animal summoning, Pakkun had a certain understanding of nature chakra. Unlike Minato's and Jiraiya's toads, Kakashi's ninkens couldn't use or even accurately sense it, but they still had a certain connection to it. "But there's something different here."
Different? Different how? Kakashi remembered the odd haze of energy he'd seen when Black used his dog transformation. "Magic?" he whispered to himself.
"What's magic?" the pug asked confused. Then he quickly shook his head having no time for these questions. "I don't know what it is. It's life energy… a sort of… but it's different. Not completely but…" Pakkun obviously lacked the words to describe it.
Kakashi didn't know what to make of the ninken's words. In fact, the more Pakkun spoke, the less sense he seemed to make.
"Argh… I feel it… The jutsu is about to run out, but Kakashi. I don't think, you're just in a different country." And with that, Pakkun left. He vanished in a small cloud and an almost inaudible plop.
Kakashi stared at the space where he had been.
Not just a different country… Not just a different continent? Was that what Pakkun had wanted to say. If life energy here felt different, that meant… In his world, he knew, that all chakra came from nature. Legend had it, that Kaguya ate the Cakra Fruit from the God Tree and thus was the first human to ever use chakra. Maybe, he had assumed, in this country, something else had happened to give people the ability to use chakra. Something so different, that his chakra and theirs was not compatible, that he couldn't make sense of their techniques. But, in that case, the natural energy upon which all this was based, should still be the same. But if it wasn't…
Was nature itself different here? Did that mean, he wasn't just in a different country, or on a different continent, but in a different world altogether? But…
No, that couldn't be right. They knew his language. What were the odds, that on a different planet, they would still develop the same language?
He had accepted that somehow, he had traveled through space, as he was clearly somewhere else. It was very likely – he remembered the antique's vendor telling him about the kunai being a relic from a distant past – that he had traveled through time as well… But that wouldn't be enough. Maybe… most importantly, he had traveled through dimensions.
The thought was both frightening but also not that surprising. Traveling through dimensions wasn't unheard of where he came from… In his world. It was common knowledge, that summoning techniques used small dimensions to travel, as had Minato-sensei's teleportation. There were jutsu he knew about – though he never learned them himself – that could access the realm of the dead. When he stored his tools in scrolls, he also worked with miniature pocket dimensions…
Dimensional travel wasn't unheard of, but a dimension as complex as this…? A whole different world, with a different form of natural energy and a different way to access that? With different people in different countries speaking different languages…
And there still was the original question, one that got all the more important and baffling now: How did he get here?
It was something he'd have to think about another day, he decided. He was too tired now. As he walked back to their camp, he noticed that Black was awake, but he didn't even have the energy to muster a 'good morning'. Nor did he think about climbing a tree. He felt safe here, in this country… this world. So, he simply laid down next to the cold fireplace and fell asleep instantly.
**
In the morning it had started to rain. Kakashi woke up with wet clothes, feeling uncomfortable. It was still warm enough, that he didn't mind it that much. Black, on the other hand, seemed to mind it quite a bit. He was grumpy that morning, moved with loud moans and stiff joints reminding Kakashi of a sick elderly man.
Well… Black was sick, wasn't he? Starved, and who knew how the prison treatment had affected his body and health. As for the 'elderly' part? How old was he, anyway?
Kakashi vaguely remembered that in the first article he had read about him, they had written his age. Kakashi hadn't bothered reading that, though. He had just skipped the short information in brackets because the digits didn't give him any information on how to pronounce the number – although he understood the meaning. If he remembered correctly, they had said he was 30-something… But that couldn't be right. He looked like well over 50. Kakashi knew, that prolonged imprisonment could make people age faster. But to this extreme seemed more in line with torture rather than imprisonment. Black hadn't said much about his time in the wizarding prison, Azkaban, but if he indeed was in his thirties… Kakashi felt angry at the mere thought of it.
Not only because Black had been innocent, but more so, because he considered him a friend. To a degree, Kakashi could understand torture for the sake of getting information. But Black had said, they hadn't even given him a trial nor cared to find out the truth. It didn't sound like they had tried to tickle some viable knowledge out of him. He was not so naïve as to think that there were no sadists who just tortured for fun, but Kakashi had no taste for that.
"How old?" Kakashi asked still in thought. He was surprised at his own bluntness, but he had gotten used to Black's willingness to share information.
"Huh?" Black asked looking up at him. There was something dark and worried in his look. Something like hatred, though it didn't feel directed at Kakashi. Still, Kakashi was taken aback. Had something changed between last night and now?
"You. How old?"
"You say: How old are you?" Sirius corrected him. "I'm Thirty-three years old." His brows furrowed a little, then he poked a finger into muddy earth and spelled out a '33'. "Thirty…three."
Kakashi nodded his thanks, grateful for the considerate gesture. He still had trouble with numbers above twenty. He could read the digits just fine – it was a simple decimal system with just ten digits after all, including a zero which was either nothing or a times-ten factor – but he didn't know all the words yet.
33 years… Kakashi scowled. It was hard to see a 33-year-old in this face of sickly white skin, with deep lines dug by sorrow and suffering. The only feature that seemed to fit the age was the thick long hair which was still mostly black, not grey.
"How about you?" Black asked back. He spoke slow. "How old are you?"
Kakashi scoffed a little, realizing that Black had turned his question into a language lesson. "I'm four-ten," he played along because though it wasn't what he had wanted, he still needed practice. "…years old…" he added a bit sheepishly when Black was obviously waiting for that part.
Black gave him a tired smile. "Fourteen." He drew a 14 into the mud. "We should go. It's still far to London."
Kakashi had nothing to say against that. Still fascinated he watched the wizard turn into his dog form. The fur was wet and as they started their march, the dog's scraggly wet mane made him look even more sickly than he was. He looked wild and untamed and starving. Kakashi watched him trudge on until he turned his head to look back at him and wait for Kakashi to catch up. His eyes were of the same steel grey as Black's human eyes, Kakashi noted.
The dog continued to lead the way. Southwest, they went. When yesterday and the days before Black had let him through quiet paths, now they soon reached a wide road with several lanes, and big green street signs. The metallic transportation machines, Kakashi had already noted before – cars - zipped past at a speed far superior to the pulled carts Kakashi was used to from civilians in the Land of Fire. He had seen them drive before, making their way through the towns and country roads he'd walked through on his journey. Kakashi had already noted, that they were faster than carts, but here on this road, they were even faster. Tired as he still felt from summoning Pakkun earlier, he might even have some trouble keeping up. On the downside, he had already noted how these cars stank. They left behind the distinct stench of burned fuels the way he was only used to from factories.
They walked all day, Black setting a for Kakashi leisurely but – as he now felt safe to assume – for the people of this world quite brisk pace. He didn't stop once, although halfway through the day the dog started breathing heavier. That was when Kakashi himself slowed down a little. For whatever reason, it seemed Black was determined to get a big junk of their journey behind them on that day. That was also the reason, Kakashi assumed, why they were walking next to this wide road even though it stank abysmally, and the noise gave Kakashi a headache. It was likely the most direct road to their goal.
That, however, left the question of why? Was there something wrong with this area? Was it not safe for them to spend a lot of time here? But that didn't feel right. In fact, whenever they got closer to a settlement, the villages looked the same as the ones before and the people acted the same as well. At some point they passed a place called Attleborough and an elderly woman with her own dog came up to him, walking a little with Kakashi and prattling on and on about how happy she was that the weather had finally turned for the better. She was nice enough and Kakashi didn't get the impression that she felt unsafe here at all, nor did she seem to be in a hurry.
So, this was all just Black. Something made Black push himself and push himself hard. Kakashi was at a loss. He couldn't remember anything that could have caused this, nor had Black mentioned anything morning that would indicate that he was in more of a hurry now compared to yesterday.
It also wasn't good for him, Kakashi feared. Starved as he was, he shouldn't have the energy for these long marches. Sooner or later he would collapse, Kakashi feared.
It was already well into the evening, and they had left Attleborough long past them, were closing in on another town called Thetford. Having nothing else to do, Kakashi kept reading the street signs. He whispered the names of the different villages and towns to himself. "Thetford…" His lip tried the odd th-sound the people here used so often. "Thetford…" His breath whistled between teeth and tongue. "We should take a break," he said before they reached the town. "It's getting late." Despite his lingering exhaustion from summoning Pakkun, he wouldn't mind walking through the night, but Black's steps had become uncertain. He was dragging his paws, his tail and head were hanging low, he was heckling with difficulty, and several times he had almost tripped. He didn't stop though, and Kakashi worried, Black might be determined to walk right into an early grave unless Kakashi asked for a stop.
He looked around himself for a good place to make camp. However, there was just the road and a green plain all around them. There weren't even any significant hills for them to hide. A mile further south, however, he could see the dark shadows of a forest barely visible against the darkening sky.
He was about to suggest going there when he realized Black hadn't stopped. "Shaggy!" He called out to the dog who had already gone ahead several slow steps. "Shaggy, wait!" The dog's ears perked up a little. He looked back to Kakashi eyes tired but questioning.
"We should take a break," Kakashi suggested again, pointing in the direction of the forest. "Over there." Although he kept his tone pleasant, he didn't give Black any chance to decline. Instead, he turned on his heels walking back a few hundred steps to where he remembered an underpass leading below the road to the other side. Black, Kakashi realized, needed a worryingly long time to catch up to him again.
**
Kakashi woke up by sheer instinct. People, he knew.
He had slept well on the mossy – but wet – ground. He still felt the lingering chakra exhaustion, but physically he felt quite well-rested.
His first glance went to Black who laid tightly curled into himself sheltered between bushes and undergrowth. Although he had fallen asleep in dog form the second Kakashi had declared, that they should use this place to make camp, now he was back in human form. He was also shivering violently and moaning quietly in his sleep.
Certain that Black was fast asleep, Kakashi leaped into the trees with a single powerful jump. He sniffed the air, looked around, listened. It was still early in the morning, but it wouldn't be long until sunrise. He was certain he heard human voices, though they were still far away.
Kakashi didn't trust these trees to silently hold his weight jumping from one tree to the other, so he slid back to the ground. After another look at Black, making sure he hadn't woken up, Kakashi started making his way towards the voices. He moved fast- Light steps completely silent against the ground. He slipped through the forest, hiding behind trees and bushes, and he found the humans within a matter of seconds.
It was a group of nine. Four adults, five children. Two families, he gathered. Or maybe one big family with aunt and uncle. The youngest child, a boy of maybe two, was carried in a baby carrier on a young man's back. Four other kids, three girls, and one boy – all barely reaching to Kakashi's hips were running wildly beside the adult. Two of them were loud balls of energy, yelling at each other, poking with sticks against the ground and into bushes. The other two were equally loudly complaining about why they had to wake up so early and that they hated 'hiking'.
Kakashi was transfixed by the sight for a few minutes. It was such an unassuming little scene and yet… It was one thing feeling safe within the confines of a city – with or without defensive city walls – but to just leave that safety for a morning family trip? Where Kakashi came from, civilians required shinobi protection just to travel from one village to the next or they risked being robbed, murdered, or kidnapped by bands of vagrants and thieves, or rogue or enemy shinobi.
He followed them for a while. When one of the girls didn't stop complaining, her mother lifted her up and carried her on her hip for a few meters until she demanded to be let down again as one of the other children found something of interest below a root. It turned out to be a for Kakashi rather unassuming bug, but the kids found this so fascinating that they showed their parents and then one of the girls hunted another with the big bug in her hand threatening to put it into her sister's hair.
It was only when they turned on the narrow trail, that Kakashi became aware that they were now walking towards where Black still slept. If he knew anything, then that Black couldn't be seen, or they had the police – or the 'aurors' as he called them – on their trail in an instant. These two families at their pace wouldn't reach their camp within the hour, but Kakashi and Black had to hide all the traces of ever being here before the families reached them.
When he arrived back at their camp Black was still asleep. "Wake up!" Kakashi called over to him, already throwing away the charred wood from the small fire he had made in the evening. Kakashi didn't think the family would be looking for their traces and even if, he didn't think any of them were trained trackers, but he didn't want to risk anything, so he put quite a bit of care into hiding their footprints, as well as anything that looked like it might have been moved by human hand recently. "Black!" Black hadn't moved.
Finally, when he was done cleaning up the campsite only a few minutes later, while Black still hadn't woken up, he walked up to the man, shaking his shoulder. Black surged up in sudden fright. It was only thanks to Kakashi's reflexes, that they didn't bump heads. Wide, haunted eyes stared at Kakashi.
"Turn to dog," Kakashi said. "People."
Black blinked at him confused, then he looked around as if he didn't know where he was. His movements as he rolled out of his shelter between the bushes and then tried to stand up, were slow and lethargic. His limps were trembling. He also ruined Kakashi's hard work, hiding their traces, as now there was the unmistakable imprint of a human body rolling over flattened undergrowth. Kakashi scowled a little.
"There coming people," he said again when Black still hadn't turned. He didn't even seem fully awake yet. His formerly wide-eyed and confused alertness had shifted into a lethargic droopiness.
He'd overdone it the day before, Kakashi thought. And he hadn't eaten anything after.
"Okay, stay," Kakashi ordered.
He didn't know if Black understood the order or if he was simply too tired to do anything else anyway. At least he kept sitting where he was. Kakashi wasted another two minutes getting rid of the huge imprint Black's body had left behind. Then he just barely caught Black, before he fell sideways. He was back asleep. With a sigh, Kakashi lifted his friend up and threw him over his back. It was awkward as Black was quite a bit taller than him, but he was disturbingly light.
"Just go back sleep," Kakashi muttered, when Black's quiet moaning made him aware of the fact, that the man had woken up again. "Don't worry." Back didn't need to be asked twice. And then Kakashi was off.
Notes:
Maybe it's in order to finally explain some things about how Kakashi got there and how Magic and chakra interact.
I thought to explain it here because Kakashi will need a while to figure it out - if he ever fully does.
Kakashi was teleported here by his own Kamui interacting with Sirius's own magic. Basically, Kakashi unlocked the Mangekyou Sharingan (and with that Kamui) with Rin's death. He's not able to control it yet, but he can technically use it. After Rin's death and again with Minato's and Kushina's death, I decided that similar to Obito, Kakashi had a feeling of 'i am in hell'. Not as much as Obito himself, but there was a certain sense of loss of purpose, adriftness. Part of him wished himself away, and after Minato's death, the Sharingan basically granted him that wish. Kakashi suffered from Chakra exhaustion because he used his Kamui and doesn't have enough chakra to control it yet.
Meanwhile, Sirius was close to death and wished that somebody would help him, and the way magic works... his magic just made it happen and found him somebody who could help.
So basically, Kakashi unknowingly 'fled' into a dimension where he would be safe - maybe take it as the 'ghost of Obito'S eyes' trying to protect him, if you want to be poetic about it. And Sirius magic then pulled him from that dimension to England... it's a bit odd, but hey... this doesn'T really have to make sense as long as I find a way to bring these two together, right?
Also, Kakashi's summoning uses up a lot more energy, because Pakkun is not supposed to exist in this dimension, and the summoning jutsu is made to connect the summoning dimension (which I have no called 'the kennels' just for simplicity sake - so if you read something about kennels, I'm talking about the dimension Pakkun and the other dogs live in) with the shinobi world. The magical world in comparison is much further away from the kennels, so getting Pakkun there takes a lot of energy, keeping him there even more so. Naruto is somewhat unclear about the technicalities of summonings. Like it seems that how long a summoning can stay depends on the amount of chakra pushed into the jutsu in the first place, then again, sometimes it feels like the jutsu deactivates as soon as a user runs out of chakra or falls unconscious, so I decided that it'S a bit of both. So most of in addition to the jutsu itself, just keeping the summoning there for a while, will also have a minuscule drain on the chakra. Normally Kakashi wouldn'T even feel that now it's a lot stronger, because Pakkun shouldn't be in this world, and shouldn'T have been summoned into this world with the summoning, so there's a much stronger pull for him to 'go home' than there would normally be.
(I did this mostly so I can'T use him or the hounds too much, so I can better focus on the story, but also so Kakashi can't simply reverse summon himself, at least not without doing some research before.)
I also decided that ALL animal summons have a bit of a connection to nature energy. With snake, frog, and even Wood sage mode, there are so many different forms of using natue chakra, that I decided, that all summons have probably a connection to it, although not all can use it. So Pakkun would realize the difference in the very nature of world around him
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