The Strange Cat from Fuuto

Ao Jiao, who had just picked up Silly Orange, glared at the other Silly Orange and said, "You don't need to know too much, this has nothing to do with you!"

"Hey, is it okay if I take a look?"

"This is not something you should know!"

Just as Ao Jiao was about to leave with Sha Cheng by her side, she suddenly saw a messenger enter from outside the door. The messenger, panting heavily, knelt on one knee and urgently said, "Report!"

"What's wrong?" Tokugawa Ieyasu asked, resting his chin on his hand, looking rather annoyed. He had been quite happy to see another silly orange-haired boy, but the news that the other party wouldn't stay long made him feel extremely frustrated.

"A new War God Knight has appeared!"

"what?"

Tokugawa Ieyasu jumped up from his seat. Aojiao and Shacheng exchanged glances and stopped in their tracks. Another Shacheng and Putaozi also saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

A strange premonition arose in Ao Jiao's heart, and he stared intently at the messenger. He had a feeling that this matter might be related to him.

"A War God Knight named War God Baron has rallied the forces defeated by War God Armor and is preparing to start a new war."

"God of War Baron?!" Ao Jiao rushed out and grabbed the messenger by the collar: "Are you telling the truth? Is it really God of War Baron?"

"Yes...yes...yes!"

Faced with this suddenly agitated young man, the messenger answered in a trembling voice. Sha Cheng, who was with Ao Jiao, stroked his chin and said, "The God of War, Baron, didn't originally exist in this world, right!?"

"That's right, there are fourteen Martial God Knights in total, but there is no Martial God Baron."

"So, in that case..." Silly Orange looked at his other self, who scratched his head sheepishly and said, "It seems to be the Exorcism Mark on my side."

"As expected..."

With a sigh, Sha Cheng looked at Ao Jiao, put his hands on his hips, and asked, "So what do you plan to do?"

"The other one of you is about to start a war, are you going to do anything about it or not?!"

"Hmph." Ao Jiao released the messenger with annoyance and said coldly, "I want to go and witness it with my own eyes and see if that guy is qualified."

"qualifications?"

"What qualifications?"

While Sha Cheng was asking questions, Ao Jiao left without saying a word.

.............

In the mountains and forests, Mick, grimacing, felt a dull ache in his back and couldn't help but glance at the little guy again.

The excited little guy was chasing an ice-blue butterfly in front of Mick, the butterfly fluttering and scattering shimmering light in the air.

"I've already told you, this little guy still doesn't understand the difference between a massage and a painful blow, have you forgotten?"

"When did you say that?"

"The last time we met up was when we were smoking catnip."

Mick, who was communicating with Northeast Axe in his mind, twitched his mouth and said, "I was so delirious back then, have you forgotten, you big lisp?!"

"Anyway, I reminded you, so you're blaming me for not remembering?"

"Tsk, you're like a Northeastern axe!"

"You cold-faced cat!"

Mick and Northeast Axe, who were mentally ranting and raving about each other, suddenly focused their attention. Mick stopped and stared intently at the little guy in front of him, who was still chasing after the blue butterflies.

The white tiger, who was inside the little guy's inner world, said solemnly, "You felt it too, didn't you!"

"That's right. Although we don't know what happened, it seems we've stepped into territory we shouldn't have."

"And the culprit behind all of this..."

Northeast Axe and Mick both looked at the butterfly being chased by the little guy ahead and said in unison, "It's this fluttering moth/butterfly!"

The butterfly, with its ice-blue wings, left arcs in the air, and as it fluttered, strange shimmering scales rippled outwards.

"Crack!"

With a sound similar to the ticking of clock hands, the area suddenly froze.

"How is this going?"

Feeling like a mosquito trapped in amber, Mick roared inwardly, unable to even move his eyes as he stared at the little guy in front of him.

The little guy didn't seem to be affected at all and continued to flutter at the butterflies.

"Tap, tap, tap, tap..."

The crisp sound of footsteps rang out from afar, and a figure shrouded in hazy light and shadow appeared in front of the little guy.

Who are you, meow?

The little guy squatted on the ground, looking at the mysterious figure in front of him. The ice-blue butterfly was perched on the mysterious figure's fingertip.

"Miko, you are about to face a turning point in your destiny!"

The mysterious person crouched down, their voice sincere and earnest, their eyes behind the goggles fixed on the little guy. The little guy tilted its head and asked, "What are you talking about, meow?"

"Meow, I don't understand!"

"You will understand!" The mysterious man patted the little guy's head and said softly, "Your future is full of hardships and tribulations, and your closest blood relatives will draw their swords against you!"

What would you do then?

"The closest person? A mortal enemy?" The little guy tilted his head and thought for a moment before saying, "No matter who it is, Meow will win in the end!"

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the mysterious man, who asked in bewilderment, "Why would you say that?"

"Because if a cat wants to win, it can't lose if it wants to protect the people around it. That's what my uncle told me!"

"Does protecting those around you mean you can't lose?" The mysterious man pondered the little guy's words thoughtfully before suddenly laughing out loud.

What are you laughing at, meow?

"It's nothing, I just hope you can continue to stay true to your original aspirations and not become like..."

The mysterious figure, whose voice had become ethereal, suddenly vanished from the spot, and a ring that shimmered faintly fell to the ground.

Mick regained his mobility and rushed to the little guy's side. After checking on him and finding that there was nothing wrong, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle, look at this!"

"What's this?" Mick picked up the ring from the ground, a look of seriousness appearing in his eyes. "A transformation ring?!"

A faint light flashed across the surface of the transformation ring that Mick was holding on his fingertip, but then it fell silent again.

Chapter 51: A World in Turmoil, A Dead Boy!

The world of the Warring States period, where the sacred tree resides.

"W!"

Like a hoarse roar from ancient times echoing in the air, the God of War W struggled to be transformed into a pure ball of power by the chains of flame. As the chains of flame retracted, W's power was absorbed into Miku's possession.

"Three more to go!"

Miku, his eyes gleaming, felt the power he was experiencing; his current strength was beyond words.

Although the quantity has not changed, the quality is different from before.

Everyone has their limits. After Miku absorbed the power of eleven War God Knights through the Flame Cross, his limits were pushed even higher.

There are no limits!

"It'll be soon!"

With the flame cross pattern flickering in his right eye, Miku once again expanded the range of his aura and accelerated the absorption of the remaining three War God Knights' power.

Just as Miku's aura exploded and spread outwards, the little guy who was studying the mysterious transformation ring with Miku in the forest suddenly stood up.

"What's wrong?" Mick looked up in confusion at the little guy with a bewildered look in his eyes. The little guy shook his head and said uncomfortably, "Meow, I don't know, I just feel like something is calling meow."

"Calling for you?"

Mick looked around and then returned to the little guy's side. "Nothing's strange!"

"Is it just your imagination?"

"No, Meow sensed something, it's right there!"

The little guy suddenly turned his head to face the direction of the sacred tree, and at this moment, Miku absorbed the power of another martial knight, and his aura expanded once again.

At that very moment, Mick's pupils suddenly dilated. "I know what you mean!"

Mick, having picked up the little guy by the scruff of his neck, quickly headed towards the sacred tree.

.................

"Jiedou, are you really planning to find another version of yourself?"

Sha Cheng followed behind Ao Jiao, who hurried forward, his tone carrying an undeniable air of authority: "Of course, I want to personally witness that guy's resolve!"

What do you mean?

"That's all I meant!"

Ao Jiao strode quickly toward the other location of him, with Sha Cheng following closely behind, his face a complex mix of emotions.

"Sigh, with his personality, we'd definitely start fighting if we met."

With a sigh, Sha Cheng continued to follow behind Ao Jiao. The two did not reach the territory of the other Ao Jiao. The two people, whose first half of life was the same, but who took different paths, met halfway.

"who are you?"

With a cold look in his eyes, Baron waved his hand to stop the army behind him and asked Ao Jiao in a chilling tone. Ao Jiao did not answer, but instead took out the Battle Driver and fastened it to his waist.

You'll find out who I am!

"Transform!"

Looking at the guy in front of him who looked exactly like him, Baron snorted coldly: "Since that's the case, then I'll see just how capable you really are, you imposter!"

"I'll show you!" With a flick of his wrist, Ao Jiao habitually rested the lance in the mouth of his hand. With his other hand, he held the samurai sword at his waist with his left hand and flicked the lock with his right, pressing it down.

"Transform!"