《In The Dragon Ball Universe With The Summoning System》Chapter 17: Resurrecting Haku!
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I flew back to Kame House, to the delight of everyone currently residing.
Roshi was delighted, because his disciple just came back.
Lettu was delighted, because he knew his brother's safe.
And, Zabuza, who was punching a pole inside was delighted, because he knows that I wouldn't have come back without the Dragon Balls.
"Kid, do you have the dragon balls?" Zabuza asked, as he stopped punching the pole.
"I have them right here" I said, as I pulled the seven dragon balls out of my bag.
"Good! Good! Now we can resurrect Haku! Hahaha!" Zabuza laughed happily, as Roshi and Lettu looked at him with confusion.
"Dragon Balls? Resurrect? Wait, isn't that my necklace?" Roshi asked.
"...Yeah... but, you'll get it back... soon" I muttered, as I handed the dragon balls to Zabuza.
"Okay, so this is what you have to say..." I said, as I whispered the incantation to Zabuza.
"Okay... Come out dragon! And grant my wish!" Zabuza shouted, as he put the dragon balls together.
The sky darkened, and a large snake-like green dragon came out of nowhere.
"I am the almighty Shenron! Tell me your one wish and I shall grant your wish!" Shenron stated.
"I wish for Haku to be resurrected!" Zabuza shouted.
"Your wish is granted, farewell," Shenron said, as a girly looking teenager appeared into existence, out of nowhere, and the dragon balls scattered, and Shenron dissapeared.
"Z-Zabuza-sama?" The girly looking teenager asked.
"Haku..." Zabuza said, with a smile.
"I...where are we?" Haku asked, confused.
"We're apparently on another world..." Zabuza whispered to Haku.
"But... that shouldn't be possible" Haku whispered back.
"The kid there... apparently summoned me and... saved my life" Zabuza whispered, as he pointed at me.
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"I can hear you, you know?" I said, slightly annoyed.
"Uh... hi, I'm Haku. What's your name kid?" Haku asked, with a kind smile.
"Tomant, now... Zabuza, about the agreement?" I asked.
"I shall become your servant, master Tomant" Zabuza said, as he kneeled.
Haku looked at Zabuza and myself, confused.
"Okay... now, I'm going to form a contract with you..." I said, as I sliced my hand open "You're going to be my third summon" I smiled, as I splashed a few drops of blood onto Zabuza's face.
[You have successfully contracted Zabuza Momochi]
"W-what's going on?" Haku asked.
"Oh, I just formed a contract with Zabuza, so now he's under my direct command" I said with a smile.
Haku looked at Zabuza with a slightly conflicted expression before saying "Contract me too!" Haku then kneeled.
"Okay..." I said, as I splashed Haku's face with blood as well.
[You have successfully contracted Haku Yuki]
'Hmm... what's Haku's power level?' I thought to myself.
I looked at Haku using the scouter, and I was slightly shocked at his power level.
"[1800]..." I muttered.
"What was that?" Haku asked.
"Nothing, you're just more powerful than Elite Chuunin, that's all..." I said with a smile.
"H-how did you know that?" Haku asked.
"Power level scouter, it lets me see how strong you are. And just so you know, Zabuza's slightly weaker than me... but, Lettu's far more powerful than I am, with a power level of [21000]" I said, as I tapped the scouter.
"Hey! How did you know my power level brother?" Lettu asked, angrily.
"Idiot! I can just use the scouter to check! How stupid are you?" I asked back.
"I-shut up!" Lettu replied.
"Well then... I think it's getting kind of late, don't you think?" I asked Lettu.
"Yeah, let's get some rest. We're going to finally go home tomorrow..." Lettu replied, as he went inside to sleep.
"Really? Awesome... Cancel Summon: Haku, Cancel Summon: Zabuza Momochi!" I said, cancelling Haku and Zabuza's summons and ran to bed.
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