A crisp, youthful voice rang out from behind Ninja World Makiya, its loud volume drowning out the chatter of the group.
Ninja World Makiya turned back and saw a black-and-white Husky... no, a wolf, padding out of the passage.
It was massive, standing nearly five meters tall on all fours. Its fur was long and dense, snow-white as winter and ink-black as night, flowing like soft silk with every step. The black and white merged into intricate, mysterious patterns that seemed to hold some deep symbolic weight.
Its thick fur couldn't hide the powerful muscles beneath. Its limbs were stout and strong, like four massive stone pillars supporting its colossal frame.
Sharp claws glinted with a cold light, looking as if they could tear through steel with ease. Its triangular ears were pricked, catching every sound, while its pupils shimmered with an eerie green glow. Its mouth, slightly open from speaking, revealed rows of razor-sharp fangs that gleamed coldly in the dim, mysterious space.
The giant black-and-white wolf slowly walked into the crowd. A long, thick tail trailed behind it like a giant python, but as it moved, the tail curled upward and wagged rapidly, betraying its true mood.
If it weren't for the fact that its bright eyes looked a bit too 'intelligent,' this Husky... giant wolf would have looked quite impressive. Its physique was majestic, its fur elegant, and it carried an almost ethereal aura as it walked.
Unfortunately, its eyes betrayed its true nature. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and no matter how grand the exterior, it couldn't mask the 'derpy' vibe radiating from within. It's said that the Husky was God's rough draft for the wolf—the prototype that Nuwa discarded. Clearly, both deities were half-asleep during the drafting phase and forgot to add any points to the intelligence stat.
"Don't even bother explaining. You're just digging yourself deeper. Go take a look at yourself in a mirror; wolves aren't supposed to look that goofy," the Tabby Cat boss said, paws on his hips, his tone dripping with disdain.
Regardless of logic or stance, it was purely personal. Tabby Cat Makiya hadn't been having a good time lately. For some reason, he'd gotten into a feud with the neighbor's English Bulldog. The two... cat and dog... had gone at it, escalating from melee weapons to firearms, from Earth to the Moon, and from 2D to 3D. They had practically ground the very fabric of existence into dust, yet still couldn't declare a winner.
As a result of this spillover hatred, the Tabby Cat boss hated all dogs. Of course, he wouldn't actually attack his own kind—nor could he—but the dislike was very real.
"What's wrong with my vibe? Tell me exactly what's wrong! My master Esdeath clearly loves it. You're just jealous that I get to cuddle with her!" Husky Makiya retorted, looming over Tabby Cat Makiya and splattering a large amount of drool.
"Pah! Simps never win. You'll end up with nothing."
"Wrong! If I simp hard enough, I'll eventually have everything!"
"You stupid dog..."
"You stupid cat..."
The two beasts were at each other's throats instantly. Fearing that fur would fly and leave the place a mess, the other Makiyas quickly intervened, trying their best to mediate the situation.
The Tabby Cat boss declared he wouldn't lower himself to the Husky's level. He brushed himself off and logged out, likely heading back to settle the score with that English Bulldog.
Husky Makiya stood there like a victorious general, his tail wagging so fast it became a blur, his nose practically pointing to the heavens.
"Alright, alright. We're all on the same side. No need for infighting," Soul Reaper Makiya advised.
Husky Makiya nodded. "You're right. I won't waste my breath on a dumb cat."
The other Makiyas looked at each other and sighed in resignation.
Cats and dogs were simply destined to be at odds. Unless they were childhood friends who grew up together, the fact that they hadn't started a physical brawl was already a testament to their patience.
Conan World Makiya adjusted his non-existent glasses, a flash of insight crossing his mind as he deduced the truth. "By the way, quit the denial. Scholars solved the 'wolf or dog' mystery long ago. They say a tail held high is a dog, and a tail hanging low is a wolf. Your tail hasn't dropped once since you got here. There is only one truth: You're a Husky!"
Husky Makiya resisted fiercely. "Don't give me that historical empiricism! My tail is up because I'm happy! After all these years, my cheat code finally arrived. Am I not allowed to wag a little in excitement?"
Hacker Makiya spoke more precisely. "Technically, dogs are domesticated wolves. The world of Akame ga Kill! where this... snow wolf resides is unique. Taming Danger Beasts is notoriously difficult. According to the lore, the Snow Wolf clan is incredibly prideful and warlike, never bowing to humans. There are no precedents for domestication. Cough... strictly speaking, you're the first snow wolf to voluntarily submit to a human."
Marvel Makiya realized with a start. "I apologize. So you're not just a Husky; you're the Husky's ancestor!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Liao Zhai Makiya said with a suggestive smirk. "A dominant mistress and her ill-intentioned male pet? The He Huan Sect has records of such matters as well."
"Hmph, I'm not the same wolf I was yesterday!" Husky Makiya perked up, raising his head and howling to the sky. "Awoooo... Woof! Thanks for the shared power, bosses! Once I get back, I'll show Esdeath who the real master is!"
"Nice, nice. Reclaim your throne today!"
"Impressive. If there's an adult-rated scene, remember to censor it for us next time."
"Your racial genes are quite good. I think I can replicate them on my end," Erotica Makiya said, frowning slightly as he stared into the void, clearly plotting some 'wicked' plan.
Despite all the talk, Ninja World Makiya still didn't know the Husky's backstory. While the others were joking around, he stepped forward and placed his hand on the wolf's white fur.
It felt soft and comfortable; the sensation of the smooth white fur was excellent.
A flood of memories rushed into his mind. Simultaneously, Ninja World Makiya's recent memories merged into Husky Makiya's mind. The man and the dog both shuddered, caught in shock.
Ninja World Makiya was horrified by the Husky's lack of morals, while the Husky scrambled backward, tail tucked, cursing Ninja World Makiya for 'poisoning' his mind with such memories.
"Holy crap! What the hell is going on with Hashirama and Madara? And why are Izuna and Tobirama involved too? Ugh... seriously, man, what have you been up to? Aren't you afraid of breaking the Ninja World?"
The Husky looked like he'd just eaten something foul, but as the memories continued to play, his expression shifted to one of pure delight. The transition was so fast it left the others dizzy.
"Heh heh... Tsunade is huge. Oh! Is this the power of Priestess Miroku? As expected of me, to go that far. Dammit, another censored version? Can we get an uncensored one next time?"
Hearing about Hashirama and Madara, the other Makiyas had initially backed away, preferring to forgo the memories rather than deal with whatever 'crap' was in there. But seeing the Husky's reaction, maybe there was some good stuff too?
Memories had to be shared eventually. The group gritted their teeth and stepped forward to begin the fusion.
Ninja World Makiya finally snapped out of the Husky's memories. He smacked his lips, drool subconsciously leaking from the corner of his mouth. Thinking to himself that the Husky was indeed 'toxic,' he quickly wiped his face with his sleeve.
Husky Makiya really wasn't a dog. At the start of his transmigration, he was a snow wolf living on the northern ice plains.
The newly transmigrated Makiya had been both lost and devastated. A human soul trapped in a beast's body—the sensory dissonance had nearly driven him insane.
Life always finds a way—and if it doesn't, you just die. Luckily, Makiya endured the grueling adaptation period. The wolf pack didn't abandon the cub that seemed a bit lacking in the brains department, always sharing a bit of food with him.
Makiya hadn't known which world he'd landed in, but he was certain of one thing: supernatural powers existed here. He had personally witnessed the alpha wolf release a massive ice blade, slicing their enemy—a polar bear as tall as a three-story building—clean in half.
The snow wolf clan possessed extraordinary potential, though the ability wasn't guaranteed for everyone. Those who awakened ice-manipulation became the backbone of the pack. Makiya's luck finally turned; at two years old, after a night of high fever, he sneezed and accidentally summoned a localized blizzard.
From then on, Makiya's status skyrocketed. Even the young female wolves in the pack began to approach him, seemingly batting their lashes.
'What are you doing? I'm just a kid!'
Being favored by female wolves didn't feel great to Makiya. He was a proper human being; the aesthetic gap was just too wide. He couldn't get past that mental hurdle.
After all, he didn't have those 'special' animalistic proclivities.
But what devastated him even more was that his body began to react to the posturing female wolves. Damn those genes—his biology was completely beyond his willpower's control.
To prevent desire from shattering his resolve, Makiya poured all his focus into training his powers. He used it as a distraction, doing everything in his power to avoid becoming a literal beast-lover.
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