'Hmm … Once I get rid of Zombie God Fu's obsession during the transformation, I will be able to completely control the benefits of whether or not I should transform into Zombie God Fu … How should I put it … It's a very practical ability, but … what's up with this strong sense of being able to complete someone else's wish and obtain all sorts of benefits?

Is there such a wide range of business in Xjiang? '

Although Masayuki Minamoto didn't know what was going on with the things that had suddenly appeared in his mind, he instinctively knew that they had to be real. Since they weren't harmful to him, he didn't feel agitated or uneasy because of this. On the contrary, with his rich experience, he couldn't help but have a strong desire to ridicule and express his' disdain 'for such a common trick.

'Eh — Wait a minute, are abilities nowadays so up-to-date?

After evolving, it actually has the ability to predict the next transformation into a Fu Mourning God?

What an eye-opener … This kind of evil mobile game … But is there a mobile game in Xjiang?

Hmm … I seem to have heard of some games in Xjiang … '

Masayuki Minamoto simply couldn't resist the urge to ridicule his ability that was similar to mobile games where he had to complete certain missions to unlock certain abilities.

After letting his imagination run wild, Masayuki Minamoto finally remembered what he had to do. He wanted to see what kind of Fu Mourning God he would transform into next so that he could prepare himself mentally.

'No, no way … What kind of miraculous luck is this? I just sent Red Heart away and another big boss is coming?

Can I choose to transform into another Fu Mourning God?

If it really doesn't work, I'd rather become a salted fish than face that strange Asura Battlefield! '

Thinking about the 'Fu Mourning God' that had appeared in his mind and the sword behind this name, Masayuki Minamoto only felt that there was nothing left to live for. Just because his surname was Minamoto, he couldn't just randomly transform into a Genji Clan's sword!

Strictly speaking, he could also be considered a Taira Clan's sword!

Furthermore, there were so many Genji Clan swords. If he transformed into someone who could trigger the Genji Clan's and Taira Clan's Asura Battlefield, would he really be able to live to see the next day after his transformation?!

'No!'

Masayuki Minamoto forcefully wiped his face and tried to cheer himself up. 'I can't be so pessimistic. Göche, Genmaru, and Omaru Maru's characters seem okay. They can't really be as cruel as that guy remembers … right?

No, no, no, no, calm down. I'm still a God's Inquisitor. No matter how unhappy they are, they won't really do anything big. At most, they'll just fight a few times. Relax, relax, there won't be a problem … '

After letting his imagination run wild for half a day, Masayuki Minamoto finally remembered that he still had the identity of a God's Inquisitor. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief. After all, with the identity of a God's Inquisitor, no matter how tragic the Asura Battlefield was, it wouldn't really go too far. Furthermore, as a Peace Blade, he believed that Göche, Genmaru, and Omaru Maru would know what was going on. They wouldn't really make things too stiff just because of the grudge between the Genji Clan and the Taira Clan.

With this thought in mind, Masayuki Minamoto finally felt relieved. He stopped letting his imagination run wild. Besides, there were still a few days before his next transformation. Instead of worrying about things that hadn't happened yet, he might as well relax and let nature take its course. After all, what would come would come, and it wouldn't help no matter how much he worried about it.

Therefore, with such a mentality, Masayuki Minamoto was like a salted fish for the next few days. Apart from the three meals a day and the daily morning exercise, he stayed in Tenshoku to enjoy the air-conditioning, eat desserts, and make up for it. No matter how Hasebe cut the candlesticks, he refused to take a single step out of Tenshoku during his free time. After all, the Asura Battlefield between the Genji Clan and the Taira Clan was about to arrive. Masayuki Minamoto felt that he had to enjoy these rare few days of peace.

However, happy times were always short-lived. No matter how unwilling Masayuki Minamoto was, it was time for him to transform again.

When he woke up in the morning and saw the strange yet familiar face in the mirror, Masayuki Minamoto felt that his entire being was shrouded by the Fu Mourning God's inner gloominess and inferiority complex. He didn't want to go out at all, especially when he would encounter Göche and the others. However, he couldn't really stay in Tenshoku for a few days because of this. Therefore, after trying his best to suppress the Fu Mourning God's unwillingness to go out, Masayuki Minamoto gritted his teeth and walked out of Tenshoku to the dining hall.

"Ah!

Everyone!

Milord transformed today!

Brothers, do any of you know who the Lord is this time? "

"Really? Really?"

"Wow — — he really transformed!

Do you know who he is? "

"That … I, I haven't seen this His Highness before …"

"Me too … but he looks very familiar … Bao Ding, what about you?"

"I haven't either. After all, this His Highness isn't someone's wife."

"Bao Ding!

But I haven't seen him either … "

"But looking at the style of his clothes, he looks a bit like Göche Hall and Genmaru Hall. Is he related to them?"

"Hmm … maybe?

And if you look closely, although the hair color isn't very similar, just by looking at his face, he looks very similar to Göche Hall, right? "

"It's true … If you didn't say it, I wouldn't have noticed. Now that you mention it, it really does look very similar!"

Ever since the last time he transformed into Red Heart, Fujishiro had been looking forward to Masayuki Minamoto's next transformation. When she saw the unfamiliar black-haired man with a strange sense of familiarity, she immediately realized that this was Masayuki Minamoto's appearance after his next transformation. She was eager to know the identity of this Fu Mourning God, so she couldn't wait to call out to her brothers, hoping that one of them would recognize this Fu Mourning God and know his identity.

Facing Teng Shiro and the others who rushed over after hearing the news, Minamoto Masaharu felt a headache coming on. With her current state of mind, she really couldn't deal with these children, even if they looked like children and were actually quite old. Therefore, after taking a few deep breaths and calming down her turbulent emotions, Minamoto Masaharu tightened her grip on the hilt of her sword. After hesitating for a moment, she opened her mouth.

"The Genji Clan's treasure Little Black. Although it fell into the hands of the Taira Clan after Yichao-sama died, please don't confuse me with Omaru Maru -sama."

"Little Black … So Little Black knows Göche Hall? That's great!

Do you need my help to call Göche Hall over? "

Hearing Little Black's words, Akita pretended to be mature and nodded. Blinking her beautiful blue eyes, she stared closely at Little Black who lowered his head and looked a little helpless, and asked seriously.

"No need!

I, I'm just an imitation of Göche -sama, a useless substitute for Genmaru Hall. Don't expect anything from me … "

Under Akita's clear gaze, Little Black felt uncomfortable all over. He stretched out his hand and tugged at the jacket that covered his body like Göche's. His expression and tone were quite depressed, and Blade couldn't help but think of Shanmaqie and Horikawa who were just like Little Black, struggling with the identity of an imitation and always giving Blade a sense of inferiority.

While the Fujishiro were looking at each other because of the familiar feeling of inferiority that Little Black brought to Blade, Göche, who arrived late like the other Tachi players, looked at the Fu Mourning God who looked and dressed very similar to himself, and spoke with his usual soft smile.

"Oh, he looks so familiar … Isn't this … Brother Doo … What's his name again?"

"Anicca, it's Little Black."

"Yes, yes, is it Little Black Crow?"

"Anicca, it's Little Black, not Little Black Crow!"

Although Göche didn't call his name wrongly this time, Genmaru habitually corrected Göche's words. When he heard the conversation between Göche and Genmaru, Little Black, who already gave Blade a feeling of depression, suddenly became even more gloomy. Blade felt that if it weren't for the blanket (cut off), Little Black would definitely be like Shanmaqie and Horikawa and roll himself into a ball in depression.

Seeing Little Black's reaction, Omaru Maru, who had always been calm and steady and had never shown any dissatisfaction towards Göche because of the grudge between the Genji Clan and the Taira Clan, spoke with a slightly sarcastic smile on his face.

"Oh, Göche's memory really surprised me, but … Little Black, since Göche can't remember your name anyway, you can be considered a Tachi of the Taira Clan. Why don't you come to father? Father will take good care of you."

"Little, Omaru Maru -sama …."

Blinking his golden pupils that were exactly the same as Göche's Genmaru's, Little Black looked at Omaru Maru, who had an aura of fatherly love as if a mountain. After all, he was forged as a replacement for one of the Genji Clan's treasures. Even if he ended up in the hands of the Taira Clan, the mark of the Genji Clan still couldn't be washed away.

For a Tachi like him, who wasn't liked by either the original Tachi or the previous Tachi Clan masters …. How could other Tachi like him?

Omaru Maru -sama's words just now were probably out of concern for Tachi, who was younger than him, and also out of ridicule towards Göche -sama, right?

"Your Highness Omaru Maru, you don't have to worry about my Genji Clan's Tachi. My younger brother and I will take good care of him.

And I think he should also want to be with me and my younger brother. After all, Little Black Bird was forged for our Genji Clan, so he can be considered as our younger brother. Am I right?

Doo …. Dikimaru? "

"Anicca!

It's Genmaru, not Dikimaru!

And that's Little Black!

Little Black!

Not Little Black Bird! "

"Oh …. Is that so?

But I remember that it was you, Göche, who cut off Little Black's Tachi in half, right?

Or is it because Little Black is two points longer than you?

Göche, do you think there would be a Tachi who would like to be with a Tachi who cut off his own Tachi for such a strange reason? "