Holy Grail War? Dragon Ball Wars!.

"Well, think about it carefully. This isn't a bad thing for you, is it?"

"If your Master's requirements are not too strange, perhaps I can satisfy them."

Having said this, Rimuru had no intention of continuing to speak, but looked at Sasuke and Remlia who had just appeared.

"Snapped!"

In this area, four Servants stood facing each other.

No one moved first, but they were all on guard against each other.

"Hehe, even though there's one less, it's no problem if there are still three left."

Floating in the air, Remlia looked at the three people below and spoke.

"Ah, if possible, I really hope you don't count me in it."

"That won't do. Since we're just playing, everyone must participate."

"What an unreasonable young lady."

Knowing that she was being targeted again, Rimuru knew that a fight was inevitable.

Although fighting Caster consumes some mana, it is not a big deal.

(Uncle Sasuke, this won't work)

Hearing Boruto's voice, Sasuke knew what he wanted to say.

Caster was "dealt with" by Berserker, and now the situation on the field is quite unfavorable for him.

Based on previous performance, Berserker seems to know Lancer.

However, he and Assassin could not trust each other. If they really continued to fight, there was a possibility that they would be caught in both sides in the melee.

Not to mention, if he showed any flaw, Assassin would definitely attack him from behind without hesitation.

The power of the hands and Susanoo can bring him considerable convenience, but there are limits to that.

Just to say that his most powerful treasure requires a large amount of magic power to be released, and it cannot be released under normal circumstances.

Although I have asked my clone to search for usable equipment and props, it still takes time.

"Play?"

“That’s a really easy description.”

"But unfortunately, I can't continue to accompany you."

Gin Ichimaru looked up at Remlia and then spoke to everyone.

"Do you think you can escape?"

Seeing Assassin say this, Sasuke locked his eyes on him and spoke coldly.

What a joke.

If Assassin really got away, he would be the only one left to face Berserker and Lancer.

This is definitely not a good situation, so we can't let this guy go no matter what.

"hehe."

Without explaining anything, Ichimaru Gin turned his head and looked at Rimuru on the side.

"Your proposal."

"The Master and I will consider it."

He said this with his eyes narrowed, and had no intention of staying here any longer.

"call out!"

But the figure suddenly disappeared

The speed was so fast that Sasuke immediately realized that this was not just the high-speed movement he had seen before.

It's the Command Spell

It turns out that Assassin had already considered a way out.

As Ichimaru Gin left, Sasuke's heart sank.

"How straightforward! He just used the Command Spell and left."

Rimuru sighed as she looked at the missing Gin Ichimaru, then looked at Sasuke.

If possible, he would like Sasuke to stay and help him play with Remlia for a while longer.

As for why she didn't propose a "deal" to Sasuke like she did to Gin Ichimaru, it was because Rimuru was not sure what he wanted at this time.

No matter what, Ichimaru Gin is only related to dealing with Aizen

In that case, Rimuru has many ways to help him.

Not to mention giving him the power to defeat Aizen, there are many ways to target him.

That was why he dared to tell him the conditions for exchanging the "Dragon Ball".

I believe that with Ichimaru Gin's personality, he will most likely agree.

The prerequisite is that he can really come up with something that he likes.

But Sasuke is different.

It is more difficult to understand the thinking of the Uchiha clan.

If his condition is to resurrect his family, there is no way Rimuru can do it for him now.

After all, who knows what Sasuke is thinking exactly.

Even Sasuke at the end of the Ninja War was so stubborn that he broke his hand in a fight with Naruto before he finally let it go.

This is Sasuke whose arm is still intact.

Um.

I always feel like I'll be rejected if I speak up.

(No, let’s try it anyway, maybe it makes sense?)

But at least there might be a slight possibility of communication.

With such optimistic thoughts, Rimuru was about to speak when she found that Sasuke spoke first.

"Hmph, let's leave it at that this time."

"I won't let you have it so easy next time."

Before he could comprehend what the other party was saying, Sasuke disappeared in a cloud of white smoke.

The hidden breath indicated his departure.

(Tell me, this is a layout using the reverse spiritualism technique, the coordinates are in the northern street market.)

Although Raphael tracked down the location where Sasuke moved, he believed that even if he rushed there now, the other party would have left long ago.

"Ahh! They're all like that."

Even without looking up, she could hear the dissatisfied voice coming from above, and Rimuru could only smile awkwardly.

Everyone has run away, so he is the only one left, right?

No matter how you think about it, you will face Remlia's "wrath".

"Really boring!"

"I want to go back."

But just when Rimuru was ready for battle, the other party suddenly uttered a few words and turned around, which was out of character.

"Ah."

Seeing that the young lady seemed to be planning to leave, Rimuru was very surprised.

He almost felt that he would have to deal with the owner of the Scarlet Devil Mansion with mysterious powers again.

But the truth doesn't seem as bad as imagined.

As if she had guessed his thoughts, Remlia turned her head to look at him and then spoke in a deep voice.

“Rimuru.”

"If you can meet my conditions, then I can give you the Dragon Ball."

"If you can't do that, then take it through fighting."

Leaving behind that sound, the girl transformed into a bat and dispersed into the air.

"Well, the conditions."

"It's a little difficult."

With her arms folded across her chest, Rimuru felt helpless as she thought about what the other party had said.

It is impossible to prevent vampires from being affected by sunlight using ordinary methods.

The other party obviously did not agree with the previous proposal of swallowing.

But if you are still willing to give it a chance, then it will be a good thing for Rimuru.

There is nothing more meaningful than being able to end a dispute without fighting.

If possible, I really hope to communicate with these people at a banquet instead of on the battlefield.

He would rather be friends than enemies.

It's rare for people from different worlds to have such contact. It would be a pity if they only focused on fighting.

Even if there are different desires, it is not something that can be fulfilled by Dragon Ball alone.

Just like he dared to say to Ichimaru Gin.

"Raphael."

(exist)

"please!!"

Rimuru had no idea what to do, so she could only clasp her hands together and beg.

He might not be able to think of a solution to Remlia's request, but Raphael might be able to.

After all, it is a very reliable member.

(learn.)

Rimuru thought it might be an illusion when she heard the slightly happy tone of the other party.

(By the way, Raphael, what were you combining with your sword just now?)

(Answer, try to make a Zanpakutō)

"what?!"

Zanpakutō

That is the soul blade belonging to the god of death

Generally speaking, it is not available to ordinary people except the God of Death.

After all, it requires a special method to "transform" it, it is not a simple manufacture or creation.

But Raphael said it was trying to make a Zanpakuto

This is a bit scary.

He did not doubt whether the other party could do it, but felt that there was a high probability of success.

What do you want to do by making a Zanpakuto?

No matter how slow she was, Rimuru knew the purpose.

This is really "progress" in another sense.

"Aha."

Having already imagined such a future, he could only smile helplessly.

“But it’s not bad.”

Looking at the weapon in her hand, Rimuru put it away but did not refuse.

Anyway, he usually likes to fight with the sword in his hand, so some new tricks won't hurt.

The main thing is that I don’t know what name to give “it” if Raphael really makes it.

This matter may need to be considered carefully.

"You are."

Rimuru could hear a noise coming from the side, and turned to see two humans approaching.

"Well, I'm sorry. I damaged the surrounding houses, but I don't think anyone was hurt. Consider this as compensation."

Rimuru threw the precious jewels out of thin air, said this, and turned and left.

"Wait"

There was no time to ask for the name. Gazef and Brain stared at each other's disappearing figure and the pile of jewels in silence.

“What a beautiful person”

"She looks like a girl, but speaks like a man."

Brian had never seen such a contradictory existence before. Although he knew that the other party might be a monster and possessed exaggerated power, he did not feel any disgust towards it. It was really strange.

Even before, when he faced a monster like Shalltear, his legs would tremble.

"No one was hurt?"

The jewels thrown on the ground were obviously worth more than enough to rebuild the city. For a strong man to have such behavior and attitude was really eye-opening for Gazef and Brain.

In my impression, those strong guys are all guys with very strange personalities. It is hard to imagine that the man just now could be so normal.

“That’s easy to say.”

"We still don't know what they are here for."

"Heh, it looks like they're not coming for the kingdom."

"Yes, a strong man who can come up with these things probably won't be interested in the set of secret treasures you have."

Brian squatted down and confirmed the number of jewels and teased him.

"You've become a lot more optimistic, Brian."

"what?"

"That's because I've seen hope, Gazef. Humans are stronger than you think."

"Really? That would be great."

.........

"He was injured so badly, and you still turned a blind eye to it?"

"Is it true that the god of death will never die?"

Olga was shocked by the shocking wounds on Assassin's body when he returned.

Right shoulder, chest, legs

Everywhere was stained with blood.

"Of course he will die."

"If death hadn't happened, the world would have been in chaos long ago."

Chuckling softly, Ichimaru Gin answered with ease.

"Really? If you think it's okay, then I don't need to worry about it."

"Tell me what you think of other Servants."

When it comes to servant combat, Olga doesn't really have much knowledge, he can only choose to trust Assassin's judgment and move forward.

"Well, there are indeed one or two difficult guys."

"It's a pity that I didn't see Saber and Rider this time."

"So it's hard to assume the level of all the servants."

Using magic power to slowly heal the wound, Ichimaru Gin looked directly at Olga and said.

"But didn't Caster violate the rules by summoning a new Servant?"

"It seems to be Saber? But it doesn't matter, they were all dealt with by Berserker."

"Even if I take over, Caster won't survive. That new Heroic Spirit is easy to deal with."

"Oh?"

Even though she didn't watch the fight between Rimuru and Frillen in detail, Olga was surprised by Ichimaru Gin's calm tone.

"The God of Death isn't called that for nothing."

Having said something that made no sense, Gin Ichimaru did not explain.

If he were to fight with Caster just now, he would be able to kill the opponent.

It's not that he is arrogant or ignorant, but Gin Ichimaru does have a way.

The newly summoned heroic spirit is just a "dead person"

And it is too easy for the god of death to deal with such people.

"What is Berserker's proposal capable of?"

I didn't dwell on it. Since Assassin said he could do it, then there must be no problem. The opposite of that is another problem.

The "reward" that Rimuru mentioned in exchange for the Dragon Balls.

Can the other party really meet our requirements?

If it can be done, then Olga is willing to hand over the Dragon Balls, and Assassin should have the same idea.

"I don't know."

"Maybe it's a lie?"

"Oh, do you think so?"

Olga could clearly sense that Assassin's words were not sincere, and she was not a simple child.

If he didn't take the initiative to make the matter clear, there was a possibility that he would be backstabbed by Assassin.

"Well, I am willing to try, but you, Master, have no choice."

"Your unrealistic wish can only be achieved if you win, right?"

Saying that, Ichimaru Gin sarcastically said nonchalantly.

He seemed to know exactly what his Master wanted.

"That's a scary thing to say, asshole."

With one eye closed and her hands in her pockets, Olga stood up and muttered.

It was just as Assassin said, Berserker would not be able to fulfill his request.

Not to mention whether it's a trap.

But Olga didn't have the right to choose.

Because Assassin definitely wants to make a deal with Berserk.

This has nothing to do with his will, it's purely because Gin Ichimaru himself wants to try it.

Can't stop

We can only let it go. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably have fallen into panic and despair.

The split between master and slave may start from here.

But Olga still tried to find a way to move on.

"Well, there's no need to be so pessimistic."

"Maybe Berserker really has a solution?"

Ichimaru Gin teased as he looked at the Master who was looking at him.

"Is this consolation to you?"

"You can understand it that way."

"That's really a good thing."

The rather personal communication between the master and the slave is shown in the room.

The content sounds quite subtle, but there is no hint of hostility.

.........

On the other side, Rimuru encountered the "ambush" personnel.

In the dark and deserted alley, Rimuru ignored the monsters and insects that were following her under the eaves of the roof, and spoke in a cold tone.

"You've been following me for so long, just tell me what you want to say."

"Rider."