I train Batman in a horror world

Spring goes and summer comes, winter rushes away and autumn departs.

Bruce was brought into this world by Falcon when he was only eight years old, and he has lived here for five years.

He went from being a little boy to a boy who wasn't so little anymore, becoming a thirteen-year-old teenager.

For Bruce, who has been away from home for so long, five years may really be a long time.

Fortunately, he had a little bat messenger named Fu Bao.

He was able to recount his fantastical experiences to Alfred, the butler in another world, through Fowler.

Similarly, Bruce learned from the butler Alfred that Rasha had already discovered his departure.

For a moment, Bruce really wanted to get back to Gotham and confront this guy.

But when he thought about how his skills were far from enough, and how Rashogu had told Alfred that he would wait for Bruce Wayne's return, he realized that he was not ready to give up.

Finally, let's have a real meeting.

What Fol told him was that his judgment of Raschog was not wrong at all; the guy was indeed an extreme idealist.

The improvements her parents made in Gotham couldn't be wiped out overnight.

Instead, it gradually fades away over time.

In other words, Gotham has not yet fallen to the point where Rayshogu would decide to cleanse it.

There's still plenty of time, so let's study some more.

Bruce thought about it for a long time before finally agreeing to the suggestion.

Yes, that's right.

He needs to acquire more skills so that he will be more confident when facing Rashomon in the future, or rather, when 'changing' Gotham.

So during those five years, Bruce never slacked off.

His mastery of Taoist arts grew ever higher, almost reaching the point where he could graduate on his own!

It's fair to say that if Bruce had been willing to continue spending time in this world, his achievements would have been extraordinary.

But Bruce knew perfectly well what he had come here for and what he was seeking.

The Daoist teachings alone are not enough to fully satisfy him.

......

"What? You're leaving?"

Bruce, who had already packed his things, stood in front of Uncle Nine and explained that he planned to leave.

Uncle Nine couldn't help but urge, "Why don't you stay a little longer!"

Bruce laughed and said, "No, Uncle Nine, I think I should go back."

Looking at the child in front of him who had grown from a boy into a teenager, Uncle Jiu felt a pang of reluctance.

This child is just too much like someone else's child!

At such a young age, his mastery of Taoist arts, while not necessarily surpassing mine, is certainly no problem for him to walk alongside me.

What's more, he's so young.

Uncle Nine urged again, "Are you really not going to stay for dinner before you leave? Wencai and Qiusheng are still out running errands. It's not too late to leave when they get back!"

"..."

It's worth mentioning that this is because of Bruce.

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng, two scoundrels under Uncle Nine's tutelage, were inevitably influenced by this Bat Taoist Priest.

Compared to their carefree attitude when we first met, they can now be described as "real people".

Bruce shook his head and said, "I've stayed long enough. It's time to go back. My butler misses me a lot."

Seeing that Bruce was determined to leave, Uncle Nine didn't say anything more.

He looked at the handsome young man in front of him again and couldn't help but ask:

"By the way, where's your bat? Shouldn't it be with you?"

Bruce was about to explain when Fowler's voice came from outside.

"Uncle Fu went to get a transit pass for my kid. You think he's like you, smoking a pipe all day long?!"

"Hey!?"

A nimble bat flew in from outside and landed on Bruce's shoulder.

Foul chuckled, "Kid, the way you leave later will be something you'll never forget!"

"Unforgettable?"

Bruce didn't quite understand what this guy meant.

At this moment, Uncle Nine said regretfully, "Let me see you off."

Bruce wanted to refuse, but Uncle Nine had already walked out of the house alone.

Seeing this, he didn't hesitate and followed.

Along the way, Uncle Nine only told him to take good care of himself when he got back, and never forget why the Taoist magic he had mastered existed.

Bruce understood this principle and nodded in agreement.

"I remember you were so small back then, I never imagined you'd grow taller than me so quickly..."

Uncle Nine smiled and gestured with his palm in front of Bruce, instantly showing Bruce's height when he first arrived.

Before Bruce could speak, Foll on his shoulder spoke up:

"Actually, this kid's Taoist skills are almost surpassing yours."

"If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."

"Tch~"

Fu Er said cheekily, "You'll be in a hurry later!"

Uncle Nine thought the spirit was saying that Bruce's achievements would surpass his own sooner or later, so he simply ignored it.

It was bound to happen sooner or later, and he wouldn't find it strange.

"Although I don't know what your world is like, I hope you'll be well in the future, Bruce."

"I will."

"Be more careful when you're out and about in the future."

"Um."

"Do you remember what I said... what's scarier than ghosts is...?"

"Human nature. I understand this principle well, Uncle Nine."

"Why!"

Uncle Nine had nothing more to say. He had a lot to say, but when it came time to part, he couldn't find the words to express them.

Therefore, he could only silently accompany Bruce for a while longer.

A short while later.

Suddenly, Foul said, "That's enough, that's enough. This location isn't far from town, nor is it far from the mortuary. You can leave it here."

Seeing this, Uncle Nine nodded, and then, for what seemed like the umpteenth time, spoke:

"You must take good care of yourself from now on!"

"I will, Uncle Nine."

To this day, Bruce has still not been able to regain his status as a disciple of Uncle Nine, ever since the day he severed ties with his ancestor.

Bruce and Uncle Nine's relationship changed from master and apprentice to a simple senior and junior relationship.

So, before leaving, Bruce bowed to Uncle Nine.

Uncle Nine accepted it calmly.

"Thank you for your guidance over the years, Uncle Nine."

"It's your own cleverness that's the problem; it has nothing to do with me."

Bruce smiled, disagreeing with the statement.

He then asked Fowler, "Can we go now?"

Fowler nodded, but his gaze fell on Uncle Nine: "Really, don't rush things~"

Uncle Nine, slightly annoyed, said, "Why should I be in such a hurry?!"

The very next second after he finished speaking.

A beam of golden light suddenly fell from the blue sky above!

boom!

Although the noise was loud, it did not cause any real harm.

The golden, translucent pillar was only a few meters away from Bruce.

Not long after it landed, it transformed into golden staircases that led straight to the heavens.

"this?!"

Bruce and Uncle Nine both widened their eyes, especially the latter.

Fu'er chuckled and said, "Oh dear, I told you not to rush, but now you're incredibly anxious!"

Bruce couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?"

Foul rolled his eyes: "Consider this a grand spectacle I staged to get revenge on Uncle Nine!"

Bruce believed that Fowle was lying.

Meanwhile, Uncle Nine muttered to himself, "What...what...what!?"

Seeing this, Foul reminded him, "Let's go, we should go back."

Bruce didn't hesitate and walked towards the staircase that led straight up to the sky.

The golden staircase emitted a dazzling light, yet it was completely transparent, as if stepping on it would cause one to fall into thin air.

But Bruce found that when he stepped on it, it felt like stepping on cotton, both stable and light, and his body felt steady and solid.

So he turned around and looked at his dumbfounded Uncle Nine.

"Uncle Jiu, I'm leaving now. Take good care of yourself and try to smoke less tobacco."

"Ah...okay...how is this possible?!"

Seeing Uncle Nine lost in his strange state, Bruce couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Foul really made Uncle Nine anxious.

Otherwise, this posture wouldn't have occurred.

The time it took to climb the stairs was much faster than I had imagined.

Before long, Bruce found himself far from the ground, surrounded by a vast sea of ​​clouds, and could see the end of the stairs.

At the end of the stairs was the familiar vortex gate.

However, before he went in, Fowler suddenly spoke up:

"Wait a minute, they want to talk to you."

"Want to talk to me?"

Bruceston was puzzled.

Then, a few breaths later, a voice seemed to fall from the heavens, indistinguishable in gender, and exceptionally loud.

"Young friend, are you willing to stay? In time, you will surely be among the immortals."

"..."

Bruce looked left and right but couldn't find the source of the voice.

"How so? The heavens here are the most reliable!" Foul said, raising an eyebrow.

Bruce remained silent.

But his silence lasted only a few breaths.

A few breaths later.

He walked toward the vortex door.

During this time, he only said two sentences, and then walked into the door of his home without looking back.

"Thank you for your high regard, but I have more important things to do."

"I want to go back to Gotham."