Sex Discrimination? That's Sex Discrimination!

The Soul-Guided Hover Train roared through the blizzard like a steel beast.

Du Busi's immense weight made the roof sag slightly. He looked down at Banner Bro, only one carriage away, and burst out laughing:

"You little fellows are something else. Every last one of you is a strange specimen. If your Martial Souls were Body Martial Souls, I'd drag you all into my body and refine you!

Hahaha! Fascinating!"

Banner Bro wasn't frightened. He gave an awkward laugh instead.

"Old fossil, I'll tell you a secret. I've always thought I was a Soul-Refining Banner myself. So you can't say I don't have a Body Martial Soul." Banner Bro pointed a little finger and launched into his spiel.

Du Busi froze, as if he'd heard the strangest tale under heaven.

"That's right! You heard me. People can be men or women, so why can't someone be a Soul-Refining Banner?"

Banner Bro spouted nonsense with a perfectly straight face. "If I believe I'm a Soul-Refining Banner, doesn't that make the Soul-Refining Banner my Body Martial Soul?"

The blizzard kept blowing. Snowflakes the size of Go stones struck Du Busi's face.

He crossed his arms. His massive frame stood like an iron tower as he stared Banner Bro down.

"Boy, say that again. That bit about 'believing you're a Soul-Refining Banner'!"

What kind of theory is that supposed to be?"

Du Busi stroked the beard he didn't have, his face full of curiosity.

"I've cultivated the Body Sect's secret arts for centuries. I know a Body Martial Soul can be an eye, an arm, even a bone.

But this 'Soul-Refining Banner'... it doesn't even have a physical form. How could it awaken?"

Banner Bro hunched his neck against the cold, then promptly straightened up. He cleared his throat and imitated Cannon Bro.