"Are you planning to persuade that prisoner to surrender?" Inzewei Song's prosthetic eye was fully powered with decorative lights, invigorated, "Just like in the stories... a few words directly turning a thug into a hero?"
"Ah this..." Yuki scratched his head, "I haven't really seen many thugs directly talked into being heroes. Those who can become heroes surely have merits before becoming heroes. Even my master couldn't just rely on talking to..."
"He's just not strong enough. His rhetorical skill isn't strong enough!" Inzewei vigorously patted Yuki's shoulder, "Have you heard of the Ninth Martial God? A song before the battle, armies turn sides!"
"Ah this..." Yuki felt very mixed emotions. His master had absorbed the personality mask of the Ninth Martial God, so in a way, the Ninth Martial God was also his master. So... he is one of the few who knows the truth in the Solar System.
