The Second Generation of Knights Encountering Demons Reappears

[In the course of teaching Mashu, Fujimaru Ritsuka finally figured out how to use the drive. She closed the cover of the drive, pulled the handle of the drive, and then pressed it back into place somewhat awkwardly.

"Transformation?"

Along with the transformation command, orange light began to spread from the belt to Fujimaru Ritsuka's body.

In Fujimaru Ritsuka's surprised sight, her body turned into a black humanoid with orange totems all over her body. Only the eye pattern on her chest was pure white, with a white flame beating in the middle pupil at all times.

"Oh! I'm glowing!"

However, before Fujimaru Ritsuka could be excited for long, my soul, which had been dancing in the air, suddenly focused its eyes and dived straight towards Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Seeing this situation, Fujimaru Ritsuka was startled. The clever little guy who thought that the opponent was going to retaliate for the "skull-crushing killing" he had just done, immediately put his head in a crouching position to defend himself.

Then he put on his sweatshirt in this funny and cute posture, showing the orange face of the Spirit Rider.

"Open your eyes! Ore! Let's Go! Enlightenment! Gho·Gho·Gho! Ghost! GO! GO! GO! GO!"

"What go, go, go?"

Complaining about the strange sound effects, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had a horn on his head, stood up from the ground in confusion. He moved his hands up and down on his new form, especially touching the exaggerated pectoralis major muscles on his chest a few times.

"Oh, so strong! I feel so strong now!"

"Yes, this is the power of the Spirit Cavalry."

While everyone was watching Fujimaru Ritsuka, Miyamoto Musashi slipped up to her side and patted her on the shoulder.

"I really didn't expect that the state that the guy envisioned actually succeeded in you! Come on, girl, because you have already died once, you will not die anymore~"

"Oh! I'm on fire!"

Feeling the surging power in his body, Fujimaru Ritsuka confidently made a muscle-flexing movement, wielding his tortoise punch and rushed towards the sword-eyed soul closest to him.

Then the opponent was slashed back with a backhand sword.

"Whoa!"

Holding her chest where Hanabi was cut out, Fujimaru Ritsuka looked back with some resentment.

Miyamoto Musashi whistled with some guilt.

"I only said I won't die, but the pain will still hurt."

"You should have told me earlier!\