A few days had passed since the visit to the village.
The routine no longer felt strange.
In the morning, the cold air lightly bit at his skin as he trained behind the church. Controlled breathing. Firm posture. The flow of mana being pulled and pushed like a second bloodstream.
He closed his eyes.
Multi-elemental control…
It didn't mean mastering everything.It meant not being rejected by anything.
He could already switch between small sparks of fire, a subtle current of wind, and the light condensation of water at his fingertips. Still unstable, but functional.
In the afternoon, he helped Lyra at the church.Cleaning.Organizing.Carrying water.Listening to the villagers' stories.
At night… study.
Books scattered around.Notes.Maps of the world.Accounts of magic.
And now… summoning.
Behind the Church
The sky was clear, clouds scattered like torn cotton.
Lyra kept her hands joined in front of her body, posture serious, yet with that soft glow in her eyes whenever she spoke about magic.
— Summoning is not merely calling something — she explained. — It is offering something of yours… so that something on the other side may respond.
He listened attentively.
— A drop of blood begins the ritual. Blood carries identity. Then… you add mana. The deeper your control… the farther you can reach.
She hesitated for a moment.
— But be careful. Depending on your level… something beyond your understanding may answer.
He nodded.
Without fear.
The Ritual
He took a deep breath.
He drew a small blade.
The cut was swift. Precise.
A red line formed at the tip of his finger.
He raised his hand.
A single drop detached… fell…
…and the moment it touched the ground—
The world seemed to hold its breath.
The drop spread like living ink and began to spin, forming intricate lines, ancient symbols drawing themselves upon the earth.
A circle.
No.
A seal.
He knelt and placed his hand at the center.
Mana began to flow.
First like a bluish glow.
Then stronger.
The air grew heavy.
The wind ceased.
The light turned dark.
Not extinguished.
Dark.
Black lightning tore through the circle. Crimson fissures pulsed between the lines.
Lyra stepped back.
— This isn't…
The pressure increased.
And then—
Something emerged.
The Manifestation
First, two enormous paws touched the ground.
Then the body.
A wolf.
Gigantic.
Larger than both of them combined.
Its fur was striped in deep blue and vibrant purple tones, like a nocturnal aurora trapped in flesh.
Four eyes slowly opened.
Two golden.Two crimson.
And a single long, curved horn projected from its forehead, like a blade forged from the moon itself.
Lyra froze.
The air felt thinner.
The wolf observed them.
Then…
It laughed.
A deep laugh, echoing like distant thunder.
— You… — the voice was ancient, heavy with centuries — …were the one who summoned me?
All four eyes focused on the protagonist.
— It has been… seven centuries since I have received a contract.
Lyra could not move.
Instinctively, he stepped forward.
He didn't think.
He simply did.
He placed himself between her and the creature.
The wolf tilted its head slightly.
Silence.
Then… something unexpected happened.
The gigantic creature began to lower itself.
Its front paws bent.
Its threatening posture softened.
Like a predator recognizing something greater.
— Interesting… — it murmured.
The protagonist hesitated.
But something within him told him there was no hostility.
He stepped closer.
Each footstep echoed in the heavy silence.
He extended his hand.
Touched the wolf's head.
At the instant of contact—
A light burst from his chest.
The scar.
That mark that had appeared when he was brought to this world.
It glowed intensely.
The same symbol formed upon the wolf's neck.
A seal.
Like a collar made of light.
The pact was sealed.
The wolf closed its eyes.
— So… you bear the mark of crossing.
When it opened all four eyes again, there was respect within them.
— I accept.
The protagonist took a deep breath.
— Your name shall be… Fufuin.
A pause.
— Fufuin, the Wolf of Calamity.
The wolf lifted its head proudly.
— A worthy name.
The circle vanished.
The pressure disappeared.
The wind returned.
The world regained its sound.
The New Form
The gigantic body began to glow.
To shrink.
The fur rippled.
And before them remained…
A small wolf.
The size of a pup.
Still with bluish and purple stripes.Still with four tiny shining eyes.The horn now small and rounded.
Lyra blinked.
Then her eyes sparkled.
— He became… so cute!
Without hesitation, she crouched down and picked him up.
She hugged him.
Squeezed him.
Fufuin let out a muffled sound.
— M-Mistress… air…
Lyra blushed slightly, but continued holding him, too enchanted to notice her strength.
The protagonist couldn't hold back a smile.
He watched the two of them.
The wolf grumbling.Lyra laughing softly.The sun illuminating the scene behind the church.
He gently touched the scar on his chest.
His life on Earth felt distant.
Cold.Empty.
Here…
There was magic.There were bonds.There was someone smiling at his side.
And now… a companion.
He closed his eyes for a moment.
Maybe…
Maybe I truly belong here.
And for the first time since he arrived in that world—
He felt at home.